I still think of you late at night when the silence overwhelming.
I still see your face in the pictures on the wall.
I still hear your voice in the messages I can’t erase.
And yet I wonder if you watch as I struggle to move on?
Do you rue the time that was lost?
In your last moments, did you think of me?
Or was the agony blinding?
I often look back and try to feel your pain.
Try to understand what caused you to throw your life away.
I attempt to look at things from your point of view.
Or find a solution to come to.
But it’s cloudy and it doesn’t make sense.
And now I’ll never have answers, only constant regrets.