Heartworm
By: Madeline Pitts
You are a rare disease
from which I have yet
to make a full recovery.
They say all good things
must come to an end,
but I don’t want to live
without your memories.
You are a rare disease
from which I have yet
To make a full recovery.
For the anguish eats away at me,
and darkness is my only companion.
You are a rare disease
from which I have yet
to make a full recovery.
For I may never make it through.
