Gone

My head was pounding when you told me not to worry.

"I'm going to beat this," you'd say with confidence.

Although I wasn't so sure. You grew weaker by the day.

Unrecognizable. Quite literally skin and bones.

Though you were a good five inches taller than me,

you weighed about the same, if not less.

I was a small girl roughly 5 foot 3.

Size zero pants from lack of food and stress.

And yet you looked so much smaller.

Malnourished due to disease.

And as I looked at you I was angry.

Why did you have to suffer?

Starving to death when there

was food right in front of you.

We had everything you loved to eat,

but you were unable to do so.

The cancer was killing you.

Breaking you down like

you were already dead.

Decomposing slowly.

Until you were

completely

gone.