Suckerpunched In The Gut

I came across a list today.

Entitled: "Bring for B"

A list of things to bring to him while he was in the hospital.
It must have been that first weekend.
Because I wrote in brackets "when released" next to "jacket".

Back, when there was still hope.
And his legs still worked.
And we thought he was just going to stay there until he finished another set of radiation.
Because of his weak legs.

We thought he was coming home.
Instead, he was transferred to another hospital.
In their palliative care unit.
Where he remained
until he died.

Just when you thought
your broken heart couldn't break again
it shatters.