You always loved to be carried
To be held, safe in my arms
But this is the last time I will carry you
You always loved to sit here in church
Hands folded, so sweet
But now you’ll never unfold your hands again
As I hold you tight, knowing I must let you go
You are light, so light
But I can’t bear the weight of this
Step after awful step
Traitorous feet bring me closer
Closer
Closer to leaving you
My arms numb
But I hold onto you
But you’re not holding me anymore
No longer loving me, hugging me
Your warm touch, your bright eyes
Are dead
Cold, unfeeling, and I am
Dead.