I remember the last night we were together,
Every detailed ingrained into my memory.
You were running late,
And I was down by the dock waiting.
The sun had set and the coolness was creeping in,
But I didn't mind.
I would have waited an eternity for you.
But it wasn't that long before you showed up.
And even though I don't want to admit it,
I already knew something was wrong.

When I tried to hold you hand,
You pulled slightly away.
It hurt, but that was okay.
You were here with me anyway.
There was silence between us,
And all I could hear were the bugs buzzing madly,
As if they almost knew too.

After awhile, you eventually said what was on your mind.
You apparently wanted to move on,
Which meant leaving me.
I vividly remember that moment.
My heart faltered but my face remained blank.
I refused to show you my pain.

We argued a bit, and I told you to leave.
I think I may have said you meant nothing to me.
But I didn't expect you to just nod and walk away.
I guess I had hoped you might have stayed.

That was our last night together,
What a sad thing to remember.
And with that memory racing through my head,
How can I come to terms with the fact you're dead?
You died that very night of our fight.
Apparently you were distracted they said,
Because you ran the red.

And I can't decide what hurts the most.
Knowing it was my fault you were at that evening,
Or knowing that at the end, you had wanted to leave me.