"It Was You" Poem

- It was you -Life beyond the white pickets fencesLife beyond superficial distance She swore she'd never been there beforeBut this was her homeHer mind was gone that morningAs we inhaled the sunriseLike the last cigarette in the boxKnowing recovery would be needed for our choicesBut the lack of noisesPushed a smile beyond the drearinessBeyond the weariness We held onto our steps with responsibility Because if you don'tNo one will for youSo you clean your feet slowly And in the lowly moments of the mourning You hope that there in purpose in your boots You hope there is meaning in your moves Oh that someone would cherish youLike the last cigarette in a boxBirthing holiness that cannot be bought Only given Only to be received The only thing that fights When there is no blood left to bleedBroken chips at the bottom of bagBut I still eat themBroken bodies stubborn towards our prayers But we still treat themWe will eat anything to survive We will run anywhere not to dieCancer took her before