Your movements are slowed, your spirit’s withdrawn
Is it right to miss you before you’re gone?
I know I’ve heard that to grieve is to be brave
But it feels too early to plot your grave.
There’s still life in your eyes, I see you trying
But I think we both know that you're dying...
I know with a fortune maybe it’d be delayed
But without a fight, you’ll simply fade.
I’m scared to look back on those happier days
Instead of meeting your pitiful gaze.
I want to cherish all that you have left
Instead of dreading when I’ll be bereft
Of hope of ever seeing you again...
Will anyone ever replace who you’ve been?
I’m sure they could never... No one could.
Even if heal is something I should,
I hope that if ever I do forget,
You promise that you won’t be upset.
Please forgive me if anyone takes your place
I hope it’s okay to ask for some grace.