Poetry For The Broken

wind of death

The wind of death had carried you far away and out of reach
I was told your body was cold and your bones were stiff
I had felt so numb but how could I feel such
We had drifted apart like leaves on a dry branch
The last time we met I wish I spent more time with you
But now all I could do was think
What if I had waited to talk to you maybe I would have noticed
Maybe I could have done something
But in reality I know it was impossible
I had cried to God to give you and I a second chance
Maybe this time I would have showed you how much I cherished you
I never understood that my actions had made you hate me
It was just like me to assume everything was fine
I wish I had held you close just one more time maybe too close for the winds of death not to carry you far, far away.