Laying painfully waiting for the anesthesiologist,
grateful that the hospital wall is thin as paper
I can hear you two whisper,
my past and my present/future.
Both sharing kind stories about me,
both hoping I will survive
both praising my positive bad sense of humor
answering the "do you have any allergy?" question
with "well, apparently I am not allergic enough to cancer..."
"LOL ball" you called me, and my ex confirmed
that is an accurate depiction of me.
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