Slipped Away

You promised you'd always be there,

and you shouldn't have.

Now only the ground hugs you,

not me.

I couldn't even say goodbye.

There's no time, rush rush rush,

leaving without a second glance.

I prayed, screamed for you to wait.

Screamed.

SCREAMED.

Come back.

Don't leave.

Come back.

(it's in God's hands.)

As always, I'm just one step behind,

a little too late.

You're gone.

(what's the secret? love.)

Still, I want to climb the stairs into your

house,

go into your kitchen,

and see you sitting on a stool,

waiting for me.

I feel like the soup should be cooking,

tea should be steeping,

we should be talking.

You should be running your fingers through

my hair,

speaking softly that way we can still hear the

birds.

We should be watching sunrises over your porch,

wading in the cool ocean water.

I should be next to you,

I should be there.

(don't burn your bridges before you cross them; you never know what's on the other side.)

You should be here.

It doesn't feel right.

You're not gone.

It doesn't feel right.

You're not gone.

They're wrong.

You're not gone.

Not.

Gone.

Right?

(you're beautiful and you can do anything, Hannah. you can do it.)

Come back and I promise that never again will I take one more thing for granted because now I know that life is as fragile as that teapot that he bought for you.