The week after I died...

I sat down beside you on your sofa.
I watched.
Your hands shook as much reading my note
As mine did writing it.
Your jaw trembled, your eyes filled with tears.
I saw the cracks starting to form
Just as I had felt them.
You mouthed the words that I was thinking:

"I'm sorry."

What have I done?
I can't undo this.

I didn't know you needed me.
You didn't know I needed you.
I've left you behind to follow the same path that I did.
If only we'd been more honest with each other.
But now,

It's too late.