Lung

I retract

Turtling into

Imagination

Fictional worlds

Protect my mind

From reality’s

Searing finger

His touch burns

Like the clot

He placed

In my mother’s lung

Ticking bomb, a

Hidden countdown

The weekend spent

Notarizing documents

For incapacitation, death

Is my time of peace

Ending, or is it just

Cognitive dissonance

Observe my

Soft footed retreat

Preferring tales of

Adventure and love

Over my psych

Professor’s biases

Cut from

An easy life

Untried by suffering

Lately I have

Made friends with

Parts of my body

That look like hers

Traits I used to hate

We have

Finally found

Some kind of

Tranquility together

Though it

Easily wobbles

Scars from

Old wounds

Still ache, yet

I linger in her arms

Suspending time

Burying my nose

In the soft place

Between her

Neck and shoulder

Making peace

With her genes

Embedded in me

One day soon

They will be

The only

Anchor left

Vivacious smile

Glorious meals

Truths until spoken

Morph into cliché

Melt, forgotten

By others

Simple traits

No one else

Would remember

But know this

Do not forget

I am proud

To carry her

Best quality

Until the end

Of my own days

Leading life

With love

Always