You've captured a moment, perfectly.
Breathe... hope... continue...
People touch our lives in different ways. Some with a lasting print to stay with us. Others a passing nod. All having a purpose in our lives. A few we hold close in our hearts forever, even if we can't "have" them nearby. Love the first stanza!
the first conception i found when studying literature of different forms years back, is that nothing is everlasting. everything we have felt within our consciousness, it is most sad to say, at some point, fades and disappears into nothingness. our memories of a deceased person or lost experiences belonging to our past baffles us. this perception is found pungently throughout your poem. it is a vital constituent of forming literature to evoke a person to hold something or someone dearer (say, our own breathe. why waste our positive energy while we are alive). the poem is partly morbid. yet, if a person were to say this aloud with complete intention, it will sound theatrical and captivating without any artificial tones.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..