The hospital hall, a sterile, hollow hum,
Where time is measured by the falling crumbs
Of shared last meals, and whispers soft and low,
The words we needed but could never know.
We watched you shrink, the vibrant light you were,
As shadows grew and held you in their blur.
The fierce, bright laughter, now a fragile sigh,
A quiet echo underneath the sky.
We held your hand, a map of worn-out years,
And tried to soothe away the rising fears.
We promised stories, futures, moments bright,
To pull you from the slow and creeping night.
But some wars end with silence, not with shouts,
And love becomes a harbor in our doubts.
We close our eyes and see your youthful face,
Before the thief had stolen all your grace.
Now every memory is stained with gray,
The ache of you who had to go away.
A silent phone, a vacant chair you'd keep,
A love so deep it makes the mountains weep.
We live our lives and try to find a way
To honor you in every passing day.
But a part of us is gone, and nothing's quite the same,
Since cancer came and whispered out your name.
