No Surprise

What kind of surprise,
can make you surmise,
that somehow, you knew it was coming?
The thought though, is brief
and brings no relief,
because it was just too mind-numbing.

The hospital tea
they brought us, was free;
'that's a bad sign', I heard you express.
Your diagnosis,
that it tasted like piss,
an unselfish attempt to digress!

A tumour, they said
somewhere in your head...
I remember the look on your face.
Your tongue licked your lips,
as you came to grips,
and unseeing, you stared into space.

When I look back now,
it's weird but somehow,
in hindsight, the twilight was dawning.
When we buried you,
I realized too,
this portal, had been so long yawning.