Memorial Day
I had no choice but to walk away
Turn my back for my own sanity
My action would create the worst day
Your brain was stained with tragedy
What if I picked up the phone?
Blinded with tainted tar filled veins
Your last breath, you were alone
A burden my heart still contains
Word spread quickly and with hate
Your blue eyes would never luster
Your passing created my new fate
If I didn’t leave, would we be together
To this day, I think of you often,
Wondering what could have been
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