Prompt from One Single Impression.

Your eyes held questions;
Mine, no answers.
It’s time to let go, you said.
I remember holding your frigid hand
While your breath began to slow
And tremble.
I tried to be the strong one,
Holding back tears,
But they came anyway.
You kissed my cheek as your skin
Yellowed.
Your smile gave me hope, though,
And you told me it was okay.
As your breath faltered,
Life continued to move.

[Story behind the poem: Trying. I wasn't actually there when she passed, but I did come back shortly after, and I held her cold hands. Her skin was yellowing because her liver was failing (the last thing to go); her body was cold because her blood was barely flowing; she went peacefully, though. She was ready.]