The crackle in your chest, the wheezing of your breath
The open jaw sleep in the blue sheets of a hospital bed
The inability to keep your eyes open for more then a moment reminds me that the end is near.
The constant greed of not wanting to loose you leave almost over powers the love to let you go.
Almost.
The sound of your cough, the lifeless side of you, is too much for this heart to bare.
The memories of you teaching me how to bake bread, how to knit, how to nurture flood me, countless coffee hours, garden scrap crafts, the sleepovers, all our life.
Now you dont remember your blood in mine.
You dont remember the name you've given me, or the birthdays we shared.
Its okay to let you go, for I will carry your blood on, I will carry you throughout my life. My little candle has shined so bright, its time to give up the fight.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
The crackle in your chest, the wheezing of your breath
The open jaw sleep in the blue sheets of a hospital bed
The inability to keep your eyes open for more then a moment reminds me that the end is near.
The constant greed of not wanting to loose you leave almost over powers the love to let you go.
Almost.
The sound of your cough, the lifeless side of you, is too much for this heart to bare.
The memories of you teaching me how to bake bread, how to knit, how to nurture flood me, countless coffee hours, garden scrap crafts, the sleepovers, all our life.
Now you dont remember your blood in mine.
You dont remember the name you've given me, or the birthdays we shared.
Its okay to let you go, for I will carry your blood on, I will carry you throughout my life. My little candle has shined so bright, its time to give up the fight.
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