Not forgotten

If you were here
would you be sitting with me now
sharing chatter over tea
imagined grandchildren at my feet
or perhaps on my knee

But you’re not here

You are frozen in time
A memory
An enigma
Perhaps a figment of my imagination

Then I go upstairs
And slide the leathered box out from under my bed
I hold my hospital bracelet in the palm of my hand
and know that you were real

You were here
And I chose to end you

But you never left my heart