Lost Without You
I'm sitting here in this grass,
staring at your name,
ever-so-carefully etched on
the grave.
I know I left you
when we were young,
but that didn't mean
I didn't want to
take you with me.
I hated myself for
leaving you along
in that house…
And then, when I
found out the choice
you made, I was
sick. I wondered if
I had stayed, or
taken you with me,
things would have been
different.
I want you to know
that I miss you…
and if we'd had
the choice
it would be you here
and not me.
