Gone without a whisper

It took perhaps a second
Or half a second
Or an instant so small it cannot be contained by a numeral
For her to go

I’ll admit I waited
Watched in trepidation
Sighed without giving up hope
Thought, pondered, mused
And waited a little more

She never came back
She’d left this world for good

I press her letters to my lips sometimes
Hoping the message of ‘I love you’ will sink in
But when a mother leaves
A part of you is truly taken
What good is it to hope those words will whisper in your ears when she’s never coming back?