Cancer Patient

Her blood shot eyes well up again
As her thin, pale hand
Weakly plucks a long strand of hair
Off a garment not worn since Before;
Before the medication,
The tests,
The tears.
Before the slow death of her soul.
She fingers the shining thread-like piece,
The only remainder of her life Before.
Then slowly lets it fall
Behind her
Into the Past
Along with all her other dreams.

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