that you are

your face
we laugh so hard
your black mascara runs
like liquorice laces
or a tribal tattoo

hello you
let me clean you up
a tissue a tissue
we fall to wiping
revealing your skin

how I love your face
full moon with starlet eyes
open as a window
on a breezy day
without a frown

and not a care in the world
unlike me the worrier
carrying the weight of death
on my shoulders
no hero am I

no
no hero am I
despite what you say
I am only doing what little I can
keeping you laughing

in the face of everything
the tubes the treatments
the surgery the scars
I couldn’t be you
brave beauty

that you are

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10 thoughts on “that you are

  1. Wow. I looked after my sister in the last year of her life, and did everything I could to keep her laughing. Even on her last day, before she slipped into a coma preceding her death, she laughed at the sweatshirt I was wearing, said I always made her laugh, then was gone from me, although I held her hand till the end. This poem really captured the surreal aspects of death.

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