Not With a Bang but a Whisper

I'm letting go.
I just can't carry your weight anymore.
I loved you- yes, I loved you-
but my arms are losing strength.
It's been three years, old friend,
what have you given me to hold on to?
Just the color of your eyes- the same shade as mine-
and a fading echo of your voice,
of the way your hands shook
as you reached for mine under the table.
I'm letting go.
I thought I'd never forget your smile.
I'm letting go.
I still remember how haunted we both were,
how the demons we fought went hand in hand.
I can't carry your weight anymore.
I loved you, but my arms have grown tired.
I thought we'd never be alone.
I'm letting go.