I wish I could do something to change all this.
I wish I could take away the chemo.
I wish I could make it so your hair would never fall out.
I wish I could make your breathing troubles go away.
I wish you didn’t have to get all sorts of needles.
I wish you didn’t have to spend so much time in the hospital.
I wish this could just all go away.
I wish you could get better.
You really are all I ever think about.
And I don’t think that will ever change,
cancer or no cancer—
you’re always on my mind.
I love you, get better soon.
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