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.