Blowing out birthday candles 

A promise of a brand new car

Laughter loud enough to pop balloons 

Not wanting it to end 

Time goes by 

Moments come and go

You think nothing of it 

The new car smell fades 

An unusual phone call

Old stories resurface 

Lots of tears 

Fear for the future

The last dinner together 

Memories and photos shared 

You hope that 6 months will last forever 

It doesn't

6 months turns to 3 

3 months into weeks

Weeks to days

Days into minutes 

Nurses round the clock

Eyes puffy from lack of sleep

Holding hands and counting breaths 

Hoping this isn't really goodbye 

But it is.

And all you want to do 

Is give them a hug, and cry into their arms

And sink into the warmth of their grasp - tell them you love them

But you won’t. Because you can't

And you hate yourself for it 

And the world stops revolving

And you find yourself void of gravity, just wanting to be on your feet again.