If you have to go,

Then let this goodbye be as dark and tragic

as your mother’s tears.

Let it be as loud

As the first sound you made when you

Left her womb,

Scared,

Desperate,

Lonely.

In my mind,

You’ll always be a child.

Like a moon, scared to show it’s whole face

But oh! 

If only you saw the light

that shines through when you do

It’s so beautiful.

You’re so beautiful.

I hope the kiss of death

Is as fresh and beautiful as your first breath.

If you have to go.