Six Gun Sideways

i turned to the side
and
you weren't there

sheets soaked in
sweat
and
salt stains all about on the floor

i wonder if
you
were ever

in love before

not many days left
you could count them on your
calender

once so strong

now just a
suit
of this skin
and weak bones

nothing but
nothingness

every stimuli
a simple reminder
of
the remainder

nothing ever
stops the pain

the cancer just
kills him slowly

and
it
takes a little
part of me
too

i wrote the fucking
report as fast
as i could

so we would have
time to talk

i thought that was
important

i thought it
might mean
something

i tried my hardest...

not to cry.