Mortals

Losing people left and right,
Some are dead and some are alive,
Why does one hope so much
Even when one knows the pain will hurt?
Cancer eating people alive,
Suicides killing others from inside,
Heart attack stopping two hearts,
A quite whisper to end it all,
The last breaths now seem quite dear,
Goodbyes seem to have a new importance here,
What if you pass on without the chance
To say goodbye and end the storm?
So much to do, so much unsaid,
- I want it over dear aunt,
Let me go with you.