As far as the eyes could see,
She could see in multiples of three.
Words came out half eaten,
So all she did was keep repeating.
Until the time came for me to realize,
Something was droopy about her eyes.
In all the time I spent with her,
Knowing that the inevitable was near.
This was the moment I could never forget,
The poison that through her body crept.
Began to hurt now more than ever,
Accepting in the end what was forever.
Denial was the life she could see.
Depression was chosen for me.
Anger was our daily cup of tea.
Acceptance came late, as late can be.
In the end her face met the floor,
And life as we knew it was no more.