the house seems so quiet since you’ve been gone

sometimes i still shout your name,

only to realize you won’t come to me.

sometimes i still wake to the sound of your voice,

only to realize it was just a dream.

laying flat on my bed,

silent tears streaming down my face

as i reminisce over the moments we had together.

of how you looked when the sun shone on your face

and you smiled just a little so only i could see.

i sob over the moments we never got to share,

the times i could’ve held you but i didn’t.

only now do i realize how selfish i was then.

you were so strong in your final moments

but i could tell you weren’t you anymore.

as you lost function of your body you lost function of your personality.

as much as i tried to make myself believe that you’d get better

i knew it was time to let you go.

i was selfish once again, but i understand now.

your pain and suffering is gone as you rest and watch over me from above.

i feel you sometimes right beside me,

as if i could touch you once more like i did that last night we had.

i often look at the box we have you in perched on the shelf above the fireplace,

grabbing hold of it as i could feel the soft touch of your hair once more.

i scold myself at times when i forget of you,

because you out of all deserved to be remembered the most.

that night i did not only lose you,

but also a piece of me.