Death, it comes and goes, yet it never leaves.
That reason alone strikes me to my core.
I wish I had spent more time with you.
You were always there for me, even when I wanted to be alone.
You were like a second mother to me.
And a loving wife to your husband.
Why did you have to leave so early?
Couldn't you have stayed longer?
But then again, you were happy.
You were happy to finally leave.
You accepted it.
You embraced it.
Death was a close friend to you.
I made so many promises to you.
But now I can never fulfill them.
I feel as if I've failed you.
I feel as if I've spat in your face.
I know you would've said not to cry.
But it seems that's all I can do.
I know that I've failed you.
As a loving nephew to a loving aunt.
I love you.
I miss you.
And I wish.
I could have spent more time with you.
