You Go Blue, I Hold On To

I met him
at the park.

I sat down
on the bench,
and offered my
scarf to him.

He smiled slightly,
and wrapped it
around his head,
which was blue
and mostly bald.

He said to
me, "Thank you."

I wanted him
to be warm
in the coldest
day of June.

I noticed his
hand, which was
blue too and
I reached over
to hold it.

"Cancer," he said,
and I cried.