Transition

I take each day 
as a last, 
and if I wake, 
I’m glad that I am. 

And each day 
as my cells slowly die, 
I’ll shed more tears 
for you, not me. 

I know you’ll cry 
when I’m fully gone, 
for all the empty years 
that have come to pass. 

The times we spent, 
not many together. 
Your life was too busy, 
and I felt somewhat severed. 

Don’t feel ashamed, 
lonely, nor regretful. 
But please, with your own 
help them reach their potential. 

You may not see me, 
but I’ll be lovingly watching. 

In hopes you experience 
an enriching life story. 

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