You left so soon, before the flowers even had
chance to bloom. That sad day when your life
was taken away. A dozen years have passed,
and the days without you are still outcast.
You’ve missed my struggles, accomplishments,
my life. Sometimes I truly need your advice.
I keep remembering that day when the news was
given that you’d gone away, to Heaven, they
said and you’d be okay.
But what about the shopping and the lunches
I planned for that day when I reached my successful stand?
I haven’t had time, I haven’t done my part. You can’t be gone,
what about the desires of my heart?
Yet my regret remains for things undone,
that time slipped away before I’d begun to
give back to you like you’d always done…