Tomorrow I might not be here
glioblastoma might end my time
but this moment is ours
yours and mine
I want to touch your
hand, want to look into
your eyes, want to cherish
your love, beauty and mind
and thank you for fifty
years to be me wife.
Love, I love you
Blissful I feel with you.
[Forced breathing
Deep sighs he takes
frail, weak, cheeks sunken
arms on his sides, mouth open
dry, eyes drooping, still
body under a warm blanket,
he tilts his face with effort
towards her sitting at his right]
Seeing you for the laaaast tiiiime
Goodbye...
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