I’ll never be as happy as before,
When memories are drifting ashore,
These things from the days of yore-
How i wish there could be more.
My life has never been the same,
Since a knock from death’s door came,
All i can feel is loneliness and shame,
My guilt I don’t know how to tame.
Never in a million years i would be prepared
In your death, all it would lead to is dread
It’s never enough-everything we’ve shared,
I should’ve shown you more of how much I cared.
July 20 2015
Note: my dad’s birthday (if he were alive) is 5 days before this poem came to mind.