Tim

By Johnny Walker

Years ago, I held your hand—

and gave you all the breath I had left to give.

I tried to summon life back into your body,

but heaven had already called your name.

For a time, I carried the unbearable—

the guilt, the questions, the hollow ache.

As one trained to save,

I believed I had failed you.

But in truth...

you didn’t need saving.

You needed peace.

And I was there—

so you wouldn’t have to walk alone.

The moment broke me in ways I never knew I

could break.

Yet somehow, from the rubble, I kept moving.

Something unseen—maybe you—

kept whispering: not yet... don’t give up.

And I didn’t.

Life goes on, but your presence lingers.

Your laughter echoes in places only I can hear.

Wherever your spirit now walks in light—

know that I remember you,

I carry you,

and I will never forget

the way you left...

with my heart wrapped around yours.

By Johnny Walker