Brittle bones.
Several pounds shaven from an unforeseen battle no one could have predicted.
Blank stares while waving a white flag is all he could’ve done.
No,
It’s what he had chosen to do for reasons unknown till this day.
But,
Who am I to be angry at a decision my love,
Nor anyone elses,
Could have affected?
I am a nobody his heart refused to fight for,
Left to reminisce the kind of laughter between us I can’t seem to stumble upon nowadays.
Just,
Why?
Why couldn’t…
Why didn’t he fight whatever cancer he had rather than laying down,
Defeated,
On a crummy hospital bed I can’t imagine anyone would willingly spend their last days on?…
Just, Why? – Day 68, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
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