# A Sick Love

Author: Empath Naga
Tags: Clean, Death, Love, M/F, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Tragedy, aids

I love you, but I can't touch you.  
I love you, but I can't be with you.  
Why? I'm a dead man walking,  
Get too close, and you're a dead woman talking.  
AIDS is what it's called.  
That's a joke if I ever heard one.  
AIDS? Aids what, exactly?  
Aids death? Aids misery? Aids anything but the two of us?  
I love you, but I can't love you.  
I love you, so I won't hurt you.  
So, as I lie here, looking in your green eyes,  
Diagnosed with "Terminal Pneumonia,"  
I stroke my fingers through your red hair,  
I have the strength to say one thing.  
"Goodbye,"  
Gathering tears make your eyes sparkle as you smile.  
"Not 'Goodbye.' 'See you later.' I'm not immortal, you know."  
A light chuckle escapes me as my vision starts to blur.  
Just before the breathing machine starts beeping,  
I hear you say one last thing to me,  
"I love you."  
The world goes quiet. Everything turns black,  
And I leave my body, leaving you behind.  
But I don't leave forever.  
I will see you again, my love.  
 

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