I hold on to your tissue
The last one
That your slender fingers held
As you surrendered
To a cannibalizing growth
That devoured every morsel of your vitality
As my sweet delicate angel
Was carried by her kin
Far beyond my reach
As I stare at the paper tissue
Soaked of your final tears
Painted in your shade of rouge
Strewn with your jasmine fragrance
That sustains my sanity
Holding me like a harbor
In the absence of your arms
A paper tissue
That brings me back to you
Over and over again
My tide to your golden beach
As I reminisce those final moments
When your serpentine life
Gently slithered away from you
As I surrender to your final moments
My own cancer grows
Metastasizing cells carrying your impression
Growing each passing second
Overwhelming my world
As tears befall like the monsoons
To my crumbling eye sockets
For a lowly tissue is a potent carcinogen
To the cancer of the mind
The memory of you......
Dilantha Gunawardana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-carcinogen/
