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We Were Here

Samantha Griffis

    Death is a promise, not a deal. In a life of uncertainty, we know things begin, and things end. We find meaning in the in-between. Life is dark, and life is light. The black and the white, if you will. Our time began, and it is ending. Did we spend each second as we should? Was it all worth it once our clock reached zero? I think we did. Time is never wasted. Every moment I spent with you was worth it. We had a limited number of years, and I am so glad that I could spend mine with you. We were here, and that was enough.
    Everything deserves to be whole. With you, I know that I was. You are my other half. We may not have had much time together, but it was enough. The reaper has come for us, and we will follow him into the grave. I know that you want to fight, but it’s okay. You want to fight for us, to fight for time, to fight for life. I understand, but every book must come to a close. Every second that we spent together was worth a thousand years. We were here, and that was enough.
    The brightest stars burn out the quickest. Maybe that’s why our time came to an end so quickly. I do wish that we could have had more time. Of course, I do, how could I not. I was able to spend my life with someone as incredible as you, of course, I want more time. Death is a promise, not a deal. We find meaning in the in-between. We were here, and that was enough.
    Now we lie here, under the stars. Flowers sprout from our chests, thorny branches wrapped around our hearts and digging into our lungs. I know you’re afraid. I am too. Just keep holding my hand. I’m here with you, I’m not going to leave you. I know the roots in our eyes hurt, but it will be over soon. Nature is reclaiming us, and our empty husks will lie here for eternity while our souls wander the stars. I’m never going to leave you, in this life or the next. We were here, and that was enough.
    I can hear your breath weakening, your heart slowing. Your blood mixes with mine as it waters the ground. Your light is fading. Please, don’t fight it. The pain will end. Let go. I will be with you the whole time. I swore I’d never leave you. You’re almost gone. You don’t have much time left. Neither do I, I suppose. We will close our book together. Neither of us will stay behind to remind the world of the other. We will be forgotten, but maybe it is best that way. We were here, and that was enough.            We were here.

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