I'd waited for this day on a dingy hospital bed, writing my life's story until the doctors let me know. Would I leave, or should I be prepared to stay here? Until we found the throat cancer cleared, I couldn't commit to either.
The doctor told me, son, he said, the throat cancer is gone for now. We got the last of it for now.
I shed tears I didn't know I had to shed, but they weren't for fear. I lifted my gaze to Tara, standing above me. Her onion eyes had begun to sprinkle drops onto my face, masking my insecurity.
"I'm going to be OK," I said.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about..." Tara paused, slowing to catch her breath between soft sobs.
"The lonely position of neutral isn't won, not without a fight."
"I don't know what that means." Tara brushed tears, cracking a smile. "But I've never felt closer to you than sitting beside your hospital bed."
My final breath feels gone.
THE END
STAI LEGGENDO
The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoesiaBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
