You Let Him Slip—While I Was Still Holding On
He was right there. And You took him anyway.
Why Did It Have to Be That Moment?
He was holding my hand.
Eyes still open.
Breath still uneven—
but present.
And I was still telling him it would be okay.
Still believing You’d give us time.
A little more time.
Just enough for goodbye.
But You didn’t.
You let him slip.
Right in front of me.
Right through me.
Like the warmth left his fingers before the words could leave his mouth.
You couldn’t wait?
You couldn’t give us ten more seconds?
One more breath?
One more look?
I was still holding him.
He was still here.
And You let him go.
I don’t know how to live with that.
With the sound of machines humming
while the world went silent.
With the image of his chest rising—
then never again.
He was the one who tucked me in when I was afraid of the dark.
And now the dark has him.
And I was right there.
I didn’t get to say it.
Not properly.
Not enough.
And I keep playing it back—
the almost.
The breath caught between
I love you
and I’m gone.
He trusted You.
He believed in You.
And You couldn’t even let him say goodbye?
I want to scream.
I want to hit something sacred.
I want to grab Your robe and sob into it
because I don’t know where else to go with this kind of pain.
So I’ll keep yelling.
I’ll keep yelling.
I’ll keep asking.
I’ll keep raging.
Because I know You can take it.
Because I know You’re still there…
Even if I can’t understand why You didn’t wait.
Even if my hands still feel like they let go too soon.
Even if I keep whispering goodbye
into a silence that never answered back.
You were there. So why did You let him leave while I was still holding on?
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