Death's Grasps Poem by Rita Shay

Every time I think I let you go
I see someone who looks like you
Or someone's laugh sounds just like yours
And then there you are
Back.

I have bandaged my soars
And begun to heal.
For months I have let
You slip away from me.
All of my progress is
Thrown away
And I know I'm
No closer to letting you go.

I loved the time spent.
I love you dearly and endlessly.
But now I'm ready to move on.
You are the one who died, not I.
I want to let you go,
But your memory will not free me.

Your time is over
And you need to let me go.

Please I love you so,
That is why you must go.