Will my heart know it
when the essence that is you
sprials off this plane?

Sitting with Mommy,
her tiny chest stopped rising-
she quietly left.

I expected peace,
a sense of letting her go-
not just an ending.

You are across miles.
Still I sit with you, waiting-
hoping for goodbye.

My heart unable
to grasp she had fled before-
a shell only there.

So now fare thee well,
this time I understand it-
we all die alone.