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.