I saw it all coming. And I saw you going....

When I see the event posts,
or gather the courage to step up and break a leg,
a shiver rises from somewhere deep within....
a place where memories still breathe.

My heart sinks,
and emotions spill quietly through the cracks.
The chaos of hospital corridors returns,
echoing through silent rooms.

Conversations bounce back from distant walls,
voices layered upon voices,
urgent, hopeful, fearful.
It was my first time standing amidst such noise,
trying to be the pillar my family needed,
while everything inside me trembled.

Fear had no place on my lips,
though it lived in every heartbeat.
I spoke firmly,
pleading for help,
searching for one more door,
one more answer,
one more chance to make things better.
And you:
trying to convince me
that I had done all I could,
that as your Savitri,
I had fought enough.
But my heart refused to believe it.

The nurses,
The doctors,
The endless emergencies,
The sleepless hours spent asking
what else could I have done?
What did I miss?
Could love alone have changed the ending?

I saw it all coming.
And I saw you going.

Helpless,
I stood between those two truths.
Yet when my strength faltered,
there were hands that held us up.
People who stood beside us then,
and who stand beside us still.
Their promise:
“We won't let you drown”
was never just a comfort spoken aloud.
It became action.
Presence.
Steadiness.
A lifeline when the waters rose.

Today, my head bows in gratitude
to every soul who carried us
when we could no longer carry ourselves.
I owe them more than words can hold.
And though the ache remains,
so does the memory
of love that stayed,
of kindness that endured,
and of those who never let us face the storm alone.

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When I walk alone I wish I can reach the end of the road , but when you walk with me I wish that the road would never end.