16/11/2025

 16/11/2025, Sunday

11:21 p.m.

-

I think about you everyday-

not a day passes without you on my mind.

I see you in the flowers in my garden

they were your favourite, but you never got to see them.

I taste you in the foods I eat

but no matter what, they never taste the way you used to cook them. 

it's been months since you've left

yet I still can't believe you're gone. 

you shaped me into the person I am now

so how am I meant to be myself without you? 

like a candle blown out; like a wisp of smoke in the wind, you were gone. 

there was so much left unsaid, places left unvisited, and things left undone.

none of these possess even a modicum of the excitement they once did

for you're not here to experience them with me. 

once, you were just a phone call away, and yet I never dialled.

and now, even if I beg for it

I can never reach your line again. 

I regret so much, yet it does so little

to change that which has already come to pass.

I bemoan my arrogance and ego -

I hung onto them to what benefit?

all they have done is irrevocable damage

to the moments I could've shared with you.

all that I have left are scant memories,

for my idiocy has left me bereft of those as well.

though I may realise my folly presently, it is of no use

for this realisation –this sensibility– cannot return you to my arms. 

forgive me, my dear

for I was unable to cherish that which I had-

I was unable to cherish you.

you'll live on now, though only in my memories and dreams.

and I am grateful to have at least those,

for I am grateful to have had the blessing of knowing you.

thank you.

fin~