Four years
Six months
Six days.

Time passes far too quickly for my liking.
The memories I want to cling to,
The memories I want to hold on to forever
Seem to fade.

Why?
Why can nothing stay as perfect as a picture
Hanging in a frame
Forever memorialized?

Fifteen years.
Six months
Eleven days.

Crying has always given me headaches,
I never liked it,
I never let myself do it
Not even then.

Why?
Why couldn’t I let myself break down
In front of Family
Who did the same?

Fifty-Nine years
Five months
Thirteen days.

That’s not nearly enough time for anyone
To live their life to it’s fullest
To tackle every thing you can
So why did it stop there?

Why?
Why couldn’t the fight go on ?
There was
So much more to do

Sixty-Three years
Eleven months
Eleven days.