Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 18
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 18
5 years ago they told me it’d be cancer for sure;
I worried about your teeth getting too long,
And I expected him to be electrocuted.
But here you are, in 2019, losing inches slowly,
Sparse hair fading without a place to hold on,
Still lunging at me for fear I might not feed you.
Loss takes so much time for me to prepare.
I’m so afraid of losing you
That you’re already gone.
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