I wish you had come when I was ailing,
I missed your touch when my breath was failing.
I waited to see you step out of each passing car,
But all you did was say a million things from far.
I would have been happy to see you around me awhile,
I would have lovingly shared some tea over a smile.
At most times your work kept you away,
And of course, distance always came in the way.
Slowly, I had gotten used to excuses that were real or fake,
There was little left with me to either give or take.
All I needed was your frame sitting next to my mine,
But it was not meant to be – I slowly lost my shine.
Now that I am gone, you are the first to be here.
The world notices your tears, and perhaps knows more about your care.
I wonder if you’ll stay on to finish what I had started,
I always wished you well, but my love went uncharted.
