Final Goodbyes

We sat in the hush, each face a rough map,

mapping a loss that we thought wouldn’t happen.

The program crumpled, her name felt like sand,

as if it could slip through the grip of my hand.

Stories like threads, tugged from the past,

a tapestry woven in moments amassed.

The air thick with silence, the heart’s heavy toll,

yet laughter still lingered, cradled the soul.

I could feel her warmth linger, fading away,

a bright summer morning turned gray and decay.

We’re left here, adrift, amidst echoes and sighs,

holding those memories—how final it lies.