Letting Go (Some more)

For six years
   except when I forgot
I thought I was the wife
   of a man with cancer,
   of a man treating lymphoma
   in his own way, ignoring
   the doctors and studies

But one day —
   it happened last week —
   I put down the labels.
Don't ask me how
   I carried them, nor
   how I put them down.
None of it makes sense
   to me now.

But I have to laugh
   at how a belief
   needs constant
   remembering
   or it will die.
Now, if nothing else,
   I want to remember one thing.
There's one thing
   I never want to let die
   and that is
        Love.



Carol Barrow
June, 2018