The Fight
i remember her and clearly still
she sat in a bed surrounded by that sickening antiseptic smell
i held her hand so tightly to reassure her
she needed that. i could tell.
she smiled a pale thin,weak smile
and i kissed her cheek.
she asked how much more she needed to fight
just a bit more, you are getting better.
she seemed to smell my lie.
i held her hand and she shed one single tear.
just one.
keep fighting love you will win. just keep fighting.
it was a warm sunday. she was lain in a shady earthen bed beneath the roses....
or what used to be roses.
amythist...she kept on fighting...
for the roses grew back.
the grew back purple.
a light quaint purple.
i fell to my knees and cried in the grass...
baby you dont have to fight anymore.
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2012
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