Dont Wait Until Its To Late

I can’t believe you are gone 6 feet deep in a rectangular zone Surrounded by a wooden box Covered with soil & solid concrete stone I remember you never slept with the lights off Now you are in the dark all alone As your flesh becomes bone And skeletons vanish into ashes I hope your beautiful soul flourishes My excuses Were I was always busy When one is alive Taking them for granted is so easy I regret never even talking to you on the phone This feeling of hurt I can no longer condone I miss your scent,smile and tone It’s too late but I wish you had a clone