When She's Left Alone

When She’s Left Alone

Every time she cries,
I die a little more inside.
It’s as if,
she’s given the cyanide.
All it would take is,
for just one person to say those words.
If I was still around,
we’d smell roses and watch birds.
The pain she’s feeling,
could easily be fixed with a hug.
If only I hadn’t
grabbed a shovel and dug.
I’m haunted,
because I haunt.
Look at her,
she’s so very gaunt.
I didn’t know,
it would hurt her so bad.
And now I’m,
so unbelievably mad.
I’m so close,
and yet I can not touch.
I’m being held,
by a freezing clutch.
I didn’t know,
that she felt the same.
Now I find,
I’m overwhelmed with shame.
I beg you,
don't let her follow me.
This choice I made,
it is not free.
If I could,
I’d take it all back.
But I gave up,
I hung my towel on the rack.
She’s got too much,
she will be so great.
If only she could start,
with a brand new slate.
Give her someone,
who will make her smile.
If only to,
make it all worthwhile.
And when she’s happy,
let me sleep.
But while I’m gone,
don’t let her weep.
Now that nothing,
has gone unsaid.
I’ll lay back down,
on this cold hard bed.