Not Ready

I’m not ready.

Hell, I don’t even know how to feel yet.

I vibrate from feeling to feeling so quickly,

gliding from one to the next, never really touching down.

I smile or laugh, but the remembrance swipes it off my face.

She whispers in my ear that she doesn’t want the smiles to be stolen away, but I love her.

I knew it was coming.

But, I’m not prepared to watch her suffer.

I’m not ready to let her go.