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Passing
I knew this moment would come.
I knew someday I'd have to let you go.
Time for good-bye.
You - lying asleep, sick and withering.
Me - by your side holding you hand.
And Death - waiting for me to let you go.
You can hear me, you can hear my final words to you.
With a slight squeeze of your hand, my tears flow.
One for every moment we loved each other.
I slip my hand away from yours,
kiss your forehead,
say good-bye.
Agonizing silence.
Too long a moment.
And your gone.
But not forgotten.
