I wait for the pick up, drowning in stew.
Pallid, blue lips hold no more cigarettes.
Who can I blame for this shadow of you?
"Fucking paramedics" I say out loud.
You will not respond. I pull my own hair,
And reach out to touch you, broken and bowed.
And how is this justice? How is this fair?
Two tender knocks and here comes the fury.
I pull on the door and swiftly it fades.
You're taken in moments. Taken from me.
Taken by cancer in all of it's shades.
Now the guilt gathers for your failing health,
I stood by for years while you poisoned yourself.
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