My birthday month.
And sometimes tough.
It was the summer of 2002.
We started dating in June.
July, the month I fell in love with you.
After one year together, and eight long years apart.
We started talking again via email and text.
We knew right away. Always in each others heart.
But then one day, out of the blue, you butt dialed me.
It was your voice.
It was you.
Fast forward, to 2012.
A decade in the making.
I got on one knee, and asked if we could be wed.
You said yes, as I read the letter that I wrote.
‘We’re getting married John!!!’ the words that you so happily spoke.
Everything was perfect.
It was all meant to be.
July 15th, one year later.
‘There is a large mass on your kidney’.
They ran a bunch of tests, and then confirmed.
‘It’s cancer. Stage 4.’
Those were the words that we heard.
We rushed to the courthouse, to become man and wife.
You were so sick.
The reality of our new life.
Five days later, July 31st.
I had to say Goodbye to you. For the first time.
Eight hours later you woke up.
And still mine.
© Copyright 2017 John Polo