One day I will be gone,
and you will grit your teeth,
but that will be okay.
I know you will hurt,
your chest will be in pain.
Your little hands,
that I once held,
will ball up into fists,
and your eyes,
will well up with tears.
But that will be okay,
because I’m not truly gone,
I’m right here,
I will wipe those tears,
right off your cheeks.
Think of me,
when a butterfly passes by,
or a sunset is so beautiful,
you can’t help,
but catch your breath,
I’m right here.
I will always be,
just right here.