You break; I cry. We lose our minds.
And tumble down with shattered spines.
The fragile earth at sudden halt, and all of this: it was my fault.
I should have spoken, should have said, everything:
But now you’re dead.
My actions, words, or even pen, Could have changed this tragic end.

But Didn’t.
“Why?”, I ask in retrospect.
The answers though, I can’t detect.
I wanted failure, loss of life,
I wanted me to burn and die.
I took inaction, mouth sealed fast.
My pen withholding, hidden past.

But Didn’t.
Despite my efforts, past revealed.
Even wounds, yet unhealed.
But it’s too late, and can’t be changed.
Unhesitating, somber blade.
I tried to stop, to ask for help, to understand, to change my path…
But then again, you do the math…

I Didn’t.