Reaching Out

I reached out for your hand, trying to grasp one last bit of reality. I didn’t want to fall away without ever getting the chance to say goodbye.

You held me tight, and with one last gasping breath, you told me you loved me. I said I loved you too, and had to beg you not to cry.

Letting go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. To know that it would be the last time I’d touch you broke my heart.

When you tried to hold on as I slipped away, I almost turned back. It hurt me so much to know that this was it, the day we would part.

As I walked into the darkness, I looked back for a glimpse of the life I once had. I saw you crying, and it killed me to see you in pain.

I myself started crying, and it was hard to continue on. It wasn’t long before I started to wish I was in your arms once again.

But I was strong enough to win this, I walked away and never came back. I miss you so much though, you will never even understand.

This world is so hard to live in, especially when you’re living all alone. I awake each morning, crying, as I reach out for your hand.