Moving on

There was a time when

I held your hand. You couldn't

squeeze back, though I knew

you wanted to. You couldn't speak,

but the words "I love you" sprang

from your eyes. We didn't think

you'd move on so fast.

They told us you had months, but

they were wrong. Now my hand sits empty,

and the smile on your face is gone.

Your voice still echoes through

my mind, as if you're sitting in front

of me again. I wonder if it'll ever get easier,

but then I remember that life moves on.

Even when I don't want it to.