I have to tell people they are dying.
Do you know how that feels?
to see the life drain away from them
the moment the words fall from my lips
I have to tell people they will not get better
that there is no hope to hold
they let go, set adrift, no turning back
I can not tell them where they are going
Promises can not be made
I can not say how it will feel
no pain? how can I say you won’t feel pain
the loss of life and leaving those loved
the ache can not be cured
I say I am sorry – what am I sorry for?
an absurd word to say, but I say it none the less
I hold your hand with a heavy heart
the air thick with dying cells and sickness
and then I walk away, into the outside
fill my lungs with air fresh and free
walk on to the next person that I see
I swallow the sadness and it dissipates
I can forget; but you can not