Its been a decade since your diagnosis.
Nine years since your passing.
A night since I last dreamt of you.
I awake exhilarated only to be annihilated.
Pining for your adoration, your embrace, your existence.
Enduring this hellish sentence.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
You hug me, kiss me, and reply, "No, you won't."
Please, please...please let me die.