I'm trying not to let go.
I'm trying to hold on for you,
even when I don't want to.
I wish I could be selfish enough to
leave this God-forsaken world,
I'm trying not to let you go.
I'm trying to hold onto you as long as I can,
but I don't know if I can anymore.
You're so close,
yet so far.
I wish I could have gone with you.
I'm trying not to let your body go.
I've tried preserving your memories,
but even time has been ticking you away.
You're not the same person you used to be.
I wish that you still looked the same.
I'm trying not to let your decaying body go.
I've kept you in this room since the
last moment I looked into your eyes.
Your eyes have been gone for God knows how long,
and I miss the way you used to smell.
If only things were the same as they were before you died.