Regrets (Written for a Friend)

As seconds
pass to minutes...
pass to hours...
pass to days.

All I can remember is the smile on your face.

There he is,
my dad is dead.
my dad is dead.
MY DAD IS DEAD.

And for the first time ever I lose all feeling.

I remember
the things I did,
the things I said,
the things I left unsaid.

Now emotion devours me in my weak state of being.

Could I
have saved him,
have saved my father,
HAVE SAVED MY DAD.

The anger burns fiercely within me once again.

So I look
back to the past,
back to my time with him,
back to what I did.

All i want to do is tell my father I'm sorry.

Thus it ends.
His life has ended.
My guilt has reached its end.
And his memories shall never end.

I lay the things unsaid to rest, and let them not haunt my future, but remain as remnants of the past.