Oncology Ward: Room 4204

On darkest days, I gave you flowers to blue
The raging red within your emerald eyes.
The smallest box could often clear the blame
You passed to me. Your sapphire ring is bright

Because the pinkish scars my absence left
Behind could not be kissed away. In days
Now past, your hopeful smile inspired my trust,
But now, the flowers have wilted, sapphires grayed

Beyond apology. Forgive me, please,
That years have picked the meadows barren, mines
Have lost their gems, and couples burned their peace
On gifts consuming oxygen and time.

In a giftless darkness, my sight is blurred.
With riches gone, accept these priceless words.