How I miss those days when you’d come to see me
At the end of your work days doing your social work.
How I miss your incomparable, compassionate heart
And all those wonderful nights we spent together
Until that day you went to a doctor’s appointment,
And came to see me crying but wouldn’t tell me why
Except that many things were wrong with your body,
And in a week you were scheduled for an operation.
You never told me what those terrible things were;
I never tried to force you to tell me what had happened.
I remember how you kept telling me I was so full of life,
And I could see where our bleak future was going.
Then what I had seen arrived so heartbreakingly
The day you decided to be a martyr and leave me.
Oh how that pained my heart and how I wanted
To help you through whatever happened to you.
Despite the cards and flowers on your doorstep
You never relented and I thought you were dying.
But I learned years later you somehow still lived,
And that was sufficient consolation for me
And the years of worries I had had for you.
Bob Boyd
