They told me to be happy once—
I could never figure out how
when I would notice how transparent skin is.

It’s barely enough to contain you—
the veins that trace and pulse and race,
only slowly. Your heart doesn’t beat enough.
Even when you smile, I can see the death
lurking behind your lips. A tinge of colorless
that presses to escape you.

It’s the places where you aren’t that hurts.
They say I’m just a kid, so how could I
understand the cancer that stole you?

But you will never hug me again.



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