LEAVING
Word Count: 101
I held your hand as if that could keep you from leaving. As if that’s all it would take.
Even as I spoke the words, “he is with God,” I knew you were nowhere at all.
No bigger transition than your heart still and silent. No rise and fall of your chest while the rest of you simply looked sleeping; the visual remnants of death.
Already your last breath a memory. The last thump of your heart lost in time. And only a second between them; now two, now three, now forever.
For you it was just that easy to go.
