The day I let her go

The day I let her go, I held my hands up and looked to God above, always near, always here. That is what I was taught. Everything on this Earth is temporary, here today and gone tomorrow. We don't know what we have until it's gone. And so here I sit at my desk, wondering, how and when this became such a mess? Empathy comes naturally to me, when I see the hurt, no one is free. When a person becomes a part of me. There is no rest for the weary. I know this isn't goodbye, it's see you later. However, each time we are apart. I can't help but think of you and the masks that those other girls will wear.

Please sister, tread with care, I know you're strong. But I wish I could stand with you there. I know your pain, I've absorbed it. When you stopped eating and started heaving. I wish I found you first, I wish that I could heal all of your hurt. It's not a joke, it never was, you might have felt like you were one. But you aren't and never were. When your room lies empty, I turn the lights on. Because the darkness is my enemy. I'll see you soon.

I will be waiting right here for you.