Amid the Purple Phlox

I am losing you again White, oh your skin, whiter than pearls… I sit here, trying not to stare, Serene you are, as you lie in your bed, How awful could agony become? I am losing you again Chapped and faded your divinely drawn lips… Opaque, the spark in your eyes, it no longer exists, Uttering out the words, "you had my heart from the start," Lament, your words are, as your lips part, Does God really need another angel by His side? Exasperating, your paralysis, suffocates me… Abashed I awake, from a nightmare, Throbbing, I almost submerged your sheets with gasoline, Yelping, Oh poor baby, you are so soggy from the chemo, Undying, everlasting we are, hang on my love, Rusting your skin, your sickness is so ruthless, to kill you, Could I really break the wall my pride has built? Angst haunted me as I listened to the mournful, Notes of the saddest symphony existing… Could I please place a red rose on your mahogany sepulcher? Endless our love is, as a paroxysm of pain, Rushed through my blood, Amid the purple phlox, and the emerald elms, Waves of distress, overwhelm, As I realise how your anguish was so true, Yesterday, I wished I had died instead of you…