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,

but, alas,

I'm not.

.

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.