by Pat Tyrer
There’s hardly a day goes by
that I don’t think about his
diagnosis and wonder what my
life will look like without him.
Day by day he becomes less afraid,
More thoughtful; as kind as always
Yet he weakens. My own strength is
Gently bolstered by his optimism.
Shared memories and laughter
Sustain and protect our love
Despite the terminating lightness.
His frequent laughter warms my spirit
As it slows the darkness of his loss.
My best friend, my comfort, my safe place
Withdraws a little each day.