Death&Dying

I never really listened to you.

And I never really gave you a chance.

I heard each word you sad, but I was much too young to care,

And I never really understood you.

I never understood how you could care about a girl who in turn cared so little about you,

But you did.

Day after day you waited for me to pass; not once did I acknowledge you.

But there’s something about death and dying that reminds a person of their mistakes,

So to you I say: I’m sorry.

From the depths of my soul, I am sorry.

You saw beauty in me that I was too stubborn to believe,

And I wish you were still here.

You had amazing dreams.

Remember the time you told me, you’d give me everything on bended knee?

I realize now that moment has passed, and I am sorry.

Sorry for never giving you a chance.

It’s okay if you hate me,

I hate me a little bit too.

But did you really have to leave?

I’d have given you my heart if it would’ve made you stay.

See I know yours was weak because you loved too much,

Perhaps that’s why it collapsed.

But in all my years of living I feel I haven’t loved enough.

You could’ve taught me how to love.

You could’ve taught me how to care.

Day after day I pass, now realizing you’re not there.

I wrote this poem late last night after hearing the tragic news of an old friends death. This poem is dedicated to Brandon Hearst for his kind spirit, even as children he saw something in me that I didn't even see in myself. Brandon will certainly be missed...