napowrimo prompt #5: make your poetry personal
it's personal, all rightthe treasure box
filled with memories
yours, not mine
I cannot recall them from our talks
your voice silent
your stories fast faded
I miss your voice
your perfect hand
why did I not demand?
tell the stories again
before it was too late
unnamed faces in faded photographs
I will never know who they are
were they long lost lovers
or family I did not know
why was I not told
the end was not far away
you fought your cancer
while you fought me
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