I should have hugged you tighter,

held your hand longer,

the last time I saw you.

It takes months of missing you,

of half-hearted good night texts,

of conversations left unfinished,

of anxiously thinking of the future,

unsure if you'll still be in it,

to know I don't want to lose this.

I am sure

that I will never get tired of you,

of reaching out,

of holding us tightly in my hands,

of praying that you'll still be

the person who stays

when everyone leaves.