“Say a prayer for me, Mandy,” he’d said
as I took his pale, frail hand in my own.
and I held in my tears as I turned my cheek.
What am I to pray for?
That the suffering will end?
I didn’t know that I could do that,
I didn’t know what that would mean.
So, I prayed for all of us instead.
For you and for me.
I pray that when it’s your turn to make
the transcendence from this world into
whatever awaits you in the next
that it is a swift jolt to a heart
that loved with the strength of the roaring ocean
that takes you out.
Or that you close your eyes, eyes that have seen thousands of beautiful sunsets, and at the end of that day
you are in your warm bed
aged and beautiful
not to put your feet to the floor once more.
cancer strips and dehumanizes and disguises
And eats alive
That belonged to the person I loved,
Leaving only bones and pain
And all of our broken hearts in its wake.