I felt a part of me dying,
The loving girl,
The caring girl,
I was losing her.

She was positive.
She was beautiful,
She was important,
And I let her vanish.

Ceasing to exist,
I looked into her eyes,
Her tears were fire
As they fell down my face.
I kissed her hand
As she hung on it.
She begged me
To not let go.

My heart told me
To not let go.
My mind told me
She was a weakness.
And so
I did what was best for us,
I let her go.
She is gone.