What does going on really mean
that life should return to normal routine
like just opening up a magazine
seeing my wife suffering even on morphine.
Many will say she's in pain no more
with me no longer haunting a hospital corridor
and I can once again build up my reservoir
though relics of her agony continue to wash ashore.
Images in my mind just can't be erased
like seeing her laden with double bags of waste
being surgically violated yet remaining so chaste
and seeing needles poked in her then being replaced.
Will never stop remembering how long it took
to even get a specialist to take a look
and I shopping and healthy foods trying to cook
and everywhere in the house a cancer book.
Somethings will be impossible to forget
how her eyes in suffering with tears got wet
how she struggled from bed to see a sunset
and always seeing the holes instead of the net.