I want to walk backwards--
Because if I do,
I dread what I will see
will not see.
The signs are there,
the absence of it
and the place looks so lonely,
Writing this now gives me such
a heavy feeling.
Since you lightened up that place
with your light.
And I can only bear to take peeks now.
But those glimpses are enough for me
to not see
and I refuse then to feel.
Guilt goes along with it,
since I always planned to go
yet never did.
When I always got so much from you....
I wanted to pass by there, giving you something for once.
The story of another page of my life
unfolds yet again...
You were gone.
Where you are, I do not know.
But how I pray you are well.
I carve a rose in my mind for you,
and imagine a poem that I wrote about you on your wall
as a thank you, and in your honor.
I never told you how much you lifted me up.
Regrets, I never seem to forget them.
even less than 213 seconds, was all it could have taken.