Epitaph

Wounded bodies before me…
I wonder where their souls have gone.
If I wasn’t there to hear them scream,
Then are they really dead?

I barely even knew you…
But I never had a chance to say goodbye.
So I’m here, soaking in my bitterness,
Drowning in the pools of saline you’ve left behind.

You were everything I had
When there was nothing to possess.
You were good and bad times—Hate, pain and happiness.

Forgive me for this self-indulgent torture,
For my arrogance and ignorance.
Forgive me for waiting until the last moment,
For saying everything that I couldn’t then,
But your memories, I’m afraid, are all I left.