A Cancer Story

Grief still haunts from grievous wounds
In sorrow of memory it churns -
The day the fire fell from your lips
For the message you left still burns.

"Cancer, my love, has stricken us,"
As my world fell completely apart.
How could God's word fall somber,
For to break a broken man’s heart.

Faith heals wounds, so time will say,
But our story's never known such a time,
As what hell cast down on hope that day
Of life's most insidious crime.

First thereof was the thought of death,
An unbearable fear would consume me,
But I had to stay strong to keep you afloat,
For our love is what stood to exhume me.

I sat to watch you subsiding
As your vibrancy faded like days,
Left helplessly bearing its witness
As your eyes began to glaze.

You raged in battle with spirited hand,
A courage like nothing I’d seen,
But the storm proved too formidable
As your strength began to wean.

When all at once our dreams fell black
As you’d fallen defeated by death,
Succumbed so bravely to the toll of the bell
For that chance had stolen your breath.

Now I tend its strife as a bane of misfortune
That stars will fade in the night
With ne’er but a word from heaven above,
Left dark its lamentable light.

Its anguish falls heavy upon me
And that I wither beneath its weight
To seek in earnest for facets of you
Beyond your cancerous fate.

As now to drown in a sea of tears,
I pray for to soften its cries.  
If only once more to love you,
A comfort time cruelly denies.