admission

'i have cancer.' 

the words tossed out so plainly. so practised sounding. the thoughts 
rebounding in my mind knew it was simply answered. yet i heard a 
question. then i heard an introduction. and at the end i swear i
heard a conclusion. 

air liquified. 

so i held my breath. my heart now shaded with thoughts of death. and 
i sadly realized that he was asking nothing of me, telling nothing to me, 
completing nothing for me. he's just saying.

fingers clenched.

there were things to say. and i wanted more time for another
chance at this day. he held his sheets near his face. mapping out
the worst hand he's ever been dealt.

finding pause.

i gripped the bed. dark thoughts were in my head. like skipping stones
 on a beach. there were several still in my hand. their cool flatness 
begged my expectations to meet his reality. stones don't float.

standing still.

i held his gaze a moment longer. then moved to touch his 
shoulder. i leaned forward and crouched down at his knee. i needed to 
look up at him. look up to him and he look down to me. 

moments passed.

he held his head and rubbed his eyes. and I realized that "how ya doin'?" 
wasn't so wise. well intended maybe but missing the point. i was 
fighting to focus and focus was fighting back. 

reality check.

this was not a visit. not the moment i imagined was it? because 
everything about this felt like a warning to expectation and 
obligation. everything from now will be 11:08 AM.

and again.

'i have cancer.' he says once more. I sense someone is standing behind 
me at the door. his acceptance speech now delivered. he shivered. 
and folded himself into my moms arms.

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