It still feels like
It’s my fault
There’s no coming back
From the loss of a loved one
Just moving forward
Sitting at the edge
Of my bed
Not in any way
Purposely thinking back
A trigger a shot
There you are
Something climbs into
My head to remind me
Of the things that we did
When we were kids
Was it something I touched?
I can’t remember what
Tripped it but the sound
Of your memory
The echo of your
Presence rang
Throughout me and I
Felt guilty again
In the web of my feelings
I was caught
It still feels like my fault
That you’re not here
Even though you
Are your own person
Your own being
I felt like your keeper
Like I failed at attempts
To protect you
Always thinking
There was one more thing
I could’ve done to
Retrieve you
From yourself
I miss you
© GÄ
Poétique 