525,600 minutes

Impermanence

A philosophy of appreciation for every minute I am given

An agony of knowing each minute cancer is eating away at him

A heavy air of the unknown words

of what I did

of what I did not do

Which is worse?

I am not a peace with another one's words saying to me "he knows"

There is no comfort within these words

just the abyss of the unknown

Would comfort come to me if I did know?

if I just 100% knew everything he did not say

in the moments we had

the absolute truth

Would he be comforted in my 100%?

Questions with no answers

Questions that eat away at each minute

A dying man

A woman who is willing to dance him back into life

If only he would take my hand