I cannot sleep when I know he is reaching..
He doesn't like a thing about me except that I once held his life in my palms
In the corner of my back.
Monday he goes into another surgery
We will find out if it's another tumor
I saw it... it was black and ugly
and malignant.
I can't seem to pick up the phone and call him
just tell him I love him.. .and im sorry I have to work on all his important days
the days he'll find out if he's living or dying
at nineteen