Every second of our life matters,
Even now.
Especially here.
Even until the very end.

You will not be forgotten,
memories will live on.

You were here, once held—
Just enough to say:
“I’m here, fully lived”

The clock didn’t tick— it pulsed.

Each second,
a slow breathing.
Each breath,
a final offering.

There was love—
Did you show up?
Suffering—
Did you feel it?
Stillness—
Did you live?
Laughter—
And not without ache

The weight of it all,
No longer with spoken words.

Time becomes memory.
One last breath,
just quietly
slipping away.