Surviving

We didn’t really live, we were only just surviving,

Fighting hard each day, to stop your body dying,

We kept at it for months, though it felt more like years,

I gained an inner strength, while also gaining fears,

Love surpassed the cancer, though at times it felt unsteady,

I was so out of my depth, but I chose to become ready,

So I stayed stood right beside you, held you when things were bleak,

I placed your hand in mine, when the chemo made you weak,

Our lives were somewhat rocky, but when they were intertwined,

The felt much less grey, there was colour in bad times,

We chose to make our plans, just in case there was a future,

And I think it spurred you on, through each injection and suture,

I don’t regret our life together, I’m so glad that I stayed,

I still think of you often, when there’s colour in the grey,

And though I live a different life than the one before you passed,

I’m so grateful for our memories and I think they’ll always last