Slowly I can feel my heart breaking.

I know it's your time,
It's time for you to go.

But I don't want to let you go.
Your jokes when you were sick,
The smile you can bring to anyone's face,
The way you always fought the odds.

I see you lying there,
So fragile,
And my heart wishes for you to sit up and ask us what is wrong,
Just like you have done so many times before.
My head knows it's not happening this time.
Yet my heart doesn't want to believe.

I can still feel your hand in mine,
Hear you telling me you are fine.
I see you smile and show me the new thing you're making.

The waiting, not knowing when you will finally breathe your last breath.
Sitting in a room with everyone who loves you so much.
Waiting for you to leave us.

I just can't do it anymore.
I can't see you like this,
The strong woman I admire so much.

Little by little a part of me is dying.
I keep begging, it's just a bad dream,
I want you to keep fighting.

And still. 
I know you have to let go.
I can't be selfish and ask you to suffer any longer.

I have always known you were living on borrowed time.
Every doctor kept saying how you were a miracle.
Kept telling us what a special thing it was that you were still with us.

I thought I was ready.
But you know what...

I'm not ready
I will never be.

Slowly you are leaving us,
And you're taking a part of me with you.