Knowing

I watch her and notice her frail fingers and faded smile. I yearn for her stay, but she must go. She lies in the bed and that's when she says- "I know it's my time, my time to go and nothing will stop you from having to know, that I love you so much and wanted to say I hope that you love me just the same way" her eyelids are limp her hand letting loose I fall to my knees knowing... she was so young so smart so true. I walk out the door and don't turn back because the image of her is all I have left.