The nurses wheeled him out of my reach, my sight
and then out of my hearing. Wrenching. He’s alone
on this journey, I can’t even share a whisper.
Can’t touch his hand as they cut and laser, decide
his future, mine.
I meant it when I told him, “I’ll never leave you”.
I face the facts I will, or you will leave me when
we are most frightened, most alone. I walk by his
side in joy, in love, but what has been revealed
is he’s alone and so am I.