Meh (my_window_seat) wrote,
Meh
my_window_seat

The false hope of sarcoma

I miss you so much
so much
and so often when I am
tired

when the walls of my
reserve are at their thinnest
you are just there
the benign growth
tendriled around the
pumping center of my
being

there you are
where you can’t be seen
inoperable
wrapped around the
host organ
my heart

you are the morning glory
the ivy that severs brick, given time

you are just there
the creak in the gate and
in my bones when the weather
changes
as predictable as the seasons
and as necessary

you are there
a fact that is as inseparable
as the one that you are not

you are there the most
when you are not

miss you
wish you were
here
and you are not
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