Each footstep echoed down the eternal white hallway
as if I was the only person to exist, like a castaway.
I attempted to walk with strength and poise,
unbeknowest to others, I felt only like a void.
I held your hand as I spoke.
If you can hear me, nobody precisely knows.
The uniform beep filled empty silence,
as your fate was planted in the hands of science.
I can't bake Christmas cookies without you,
or scour the beach for shells without you.
Sunday dinner falls quiet now,
and in one month I will be putting on my cap and gown.
Hey Noni, if you can hear me, please,
with my hand in yours, squeeze.