suddenly

all skin
and bones, the hollow of
her chemo
eyes. her cheeks.
the dark lines, the thin
haired
scalp.
how quickly life
gives
then takes away.
what strange creatures
we are.
happy one day,
dying the next.
we wait in sickness
and see
the folly of so much,
the grasping
finally done, except
for friendships, except
for love.