Am I too late to save you?
Now
As I sit here
Thinking of ways
To bring you back
Sitting down, recounting old memories
Knowing we'll never share another
I tried so hard
To keep you afloat
I even offered you my ride
Even I'd just be in the sea of
Misery
Anger
Frustration
Sadness
Depression
I can handle it
If it means
I can watch you
Grow
Become the beautiful
Butterfly you were meant to be
........
I see you standing
Touching the water
Considering jumping off the pier's edge
I scream
I cry
And I shout
But
You
Still
Plunge
Into
The
Dark
Waters
And
All
I
See
Now
Is
The
Empty
Space
You
Were
At
Too...
Late...
Goodbye, Old Friend
