There are times I wish you would die.
Never really wanting you to, ever.
The pain of watching this story unfold.
I will outlive you, certain.
Your days are numbered, too few.
My life must continue without you.
The unbearable heaviness that resides in my beating heart,
the first sound you ever heard.
The unbreakable bond.
Through it all I am grateful.
Happy to spend one more day with you.
Not knowing if it will be our last.
Share This Poem