We Are All Sick Any Way – A Poem To A Friend

*Dedicated to a good friend

The night you told me
you were sick
My heart grew heavier
as a stone,
making its way through my veins.

I am sick too, friend
We all are anyway.
All of my insides
are hurting
for you,
and for me,
and for everyone who feels.
And as I am laying on my back,
trying to think of what I have become
I think of the very little time
I’ve known you,
and I wish I could stop time
or make it reachable or adjustable
or seize some of the moments
when you weren’t sick

As you get sicker by time
I grow weaker
and weaker
and weaker
Until I fade into nothing
Only then will I accept that sickness
is a killer
and I hate killers, friend
But the night is beautiful outside
furnished by glowing stars
and you
and this might just be good enough
for now.


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