Side Effects
she told me she was living with cancer
not dying from it and she would beat it
sometimes people don't realize the promises
they are making when they make them
worry is another side effect of dying
she was a gift, a rare and fragile flower
who gave me something important
but all salvation is temporary
part of me went with her when she died
but more of her stayed with me
as our stars have crossed
the thing about pain is
that it demands to be felt
I tell myself to live my best life today
because of her
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