Still

I tried to comfort you
in your lonely days
and melancholy ways

That you were isolated
was a matter of decision
a self-imposed prison

With compassion
I encouraged connection
but you fell, into abjection

Wishing for something
to foster will to live
yet, you remained resistive

It must have been awful
being on your own
always feeling so desperately alone

Not believing worthy
an excruciating void
self-worth became destroyed

I was unable to save you
not even from yourself
no relief, diminishing health

From a place of deep sadness
I said my final goodbye
a tragic loss, I cannot deny