The sound echoes throughout the room,
We all sat around the clean, white bed,
Drunk with fatigue,
And drowning in silent tears.
Our eyes watched eagerly,
As his chest rose and fell,
Until the beeping turned to a solid siren,
And he moved no more.
The nurse came in, smile across her face,
As if we'd return her compassion.
She turned off the monitor,
Turned off our hope,
Turned off his life.
Strong man like him,
Being taken by something as obscene as cancer.
If you knew what I lost that day,
You'd go home and stare at a blank wall,
Until it returned your gaze.
But no one knows.
Not you, not him,
Not even me.
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