Francis' p.o.v
It was a huge rude reawakening
when you became sick and everything
that I saw was painted black instead of
in color. Cancer had became a beast
of a burden for us. I loved you and
embraced you in the best and worst of times.
We were stuck with each other no matter what.
It was a huge rude reawakening when I encountered
the grim reaper and his friends at the crossroads.
The spirit of grief and fear felt heavy especially
when I lost the plot. My pride and faith felt like
deadweight. Heaven refused to give a response
for my tears, screams, and questions that started with why.
In the absence of clarity and normalcy, I have been
trying to find the light and peace of mind. I dread the day
when you may become leave me behind and become dust in the wind.