A small piece I wrote a coupla years after my surgeries. Just thoughts.
I WONDER ...
I wonder if my lover ever
Sees me quite the same ...
Does she wonder if I'll be there
When she stops and
Calls my name?
Do her hands feel a difference
As they wander all about?
Silent hunters for the changes
That the cancer brings about.
Does she lie awake in silence listening to every breath?
Trying to hear the future...
Pondering my death?
I wonder if she wonders of
The wonders of the world...
Or has my being sickly
Changed her views,
Changed the girl?
And I wonder if I asked her
What she thinks about these days ...
If she'd tell me of the things she thinks ...
And if The Wonder stayed.
I Wonder ...