The Other Side

You’re part of the way there by now
Half of you is with me
In my arms
Where I don’t want to let you go
And half of you is already gone
Off to a better place
Somewhere more beautiful than this world
A place where you can blossom into all you truly are
And become what you didn’t have time to be while you were here

Take my hand and squeeze it gently
Let me know you hear me
And then let me go
To join you when my time comes

I’ll see you on the other side.

 

[Edit: I tried to do something neat with the structure of the poem. I grouped the lines like this…
9 lines in stanza 1, 4 lines in stanza 2, 1 line in stanza 3
Or, 3 squared, 2 squared, 1 squared.
3…2…1.
It’s a countdown for the last moments of a person’s life.]