Couldn’t speak to you
It was so uncomfortable
The honest me
Felt like I had to wear a shield of silence
You were dying
My heart was breaking
I love life
Every last ounce that can be squeezed out of it
God
I felt like a fool
‘You look good’
WTFudge-e-o
I want to cringe
When someone tells me this
When I am ill
‘Good’ is insulting
Did I insult you
No, I think not
Admiring
That is the word for so much
My intention for you
Was in my game of charades
Backhoe
A man of doing
You like the small piece of maple I gave you
Smelling it
A sign
Of a real woodsman
When I saw you
Sitting there
It made me smile
Envisioning the slideshow that is your life
Sitting up
Before us
Whispering
I see how love is melding
Fusing into the human nature
Of those you leave behind
You are becoming a part of them
As you slowly slip away
You may rest as you leave
Knowing you are chiseled well
Into the souls of those who remain
Your time together carefully polished
Love lies dying
In a flash, the news arrives
Seven weeks
From diagnosis to dead
How humbling
Is your waking breaths on this earth
How precious
Is your forever-after.
Poetry and Prose 