Farewell My Little Pouch

To you I hold on.
You have been there, always.
Within, part of, with me,
our existence, intertwined.
We rock this life, we live large, 
we know no end to it.
We are happy-

Or so I thought.
Life wasn't kind,
and you gave in.
I tried to help us, didn't I?
Was I unhelpful-
or were you beyond help?
You just stopped trying, fighting, living.
You succumbed to IT.

Love is knowing
-you taught me-
when to hold on, and
when to let go.
So to you, I held on,
until you made me let go.
I wept for you, oh I still do.
But fight or flight, they told me.
I have fought and failed.
So I let you go.
Our lives ceased to intertwine.

I think of you,
and I wonder what could have been
an alternate path.
But fate is a work of art
beyond our comprehension,
yours or mine.
So farewell my little pouch.
We shall meet again
on the other side.