6th of December

Dear Father,

There can be no doubt.
The outcome of the operation was conclusive;
They couldn't remove it, in two days I start the chemotherapy.
I don't rate my chances,
I'm too young, much too young.
It's growing, I know it.
Why me? Why now?
For what reason, I sent Anna away
Her things are standing in the hall,
Boxes of books and a suitcase,
She gave me a picture from Italy,
I've hung it above granddad's sofa,
Otherwise the rooms are empty.
Clinical as you'd say, how apt,

Don't worry, I'm strong,

Your son.