No warning!

His days became my battle, His nights became my war

I held his hand throughout as he tried to leave, go far.

Lovingly I held on to him. I was unwilling to let him go.

My moist eyes implored. Yet, no emotion did he show.

It happened without warning. I had no time to prepare.

One minute we were walking. The next, I stood in despair.

My love lay before me prone, in clouds of roiled dust.

I knew it would be futile but still, I knew that try I must.

I rushed him to the hospital, begged the doctors to work magic

Even though I knew that what was to come, might be tragic.

Valiantly he fought, I fought alongside with him

But, this battle was not to be won, chances of survival were slim.

Then my heart contracted in fear. I knew the time had arrived.

I needed to bid him goodbye for this, he could not have survived.

Although, he had fought for our sake; I could see that, I knew.

But, his fight was over; he needed to go now, like the morning dew.

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