A poem called, "I Thought I Had More Time."

I count the progression of time by each night I sleep so, so far it’s been one long day.
I haven’t seen home in ages…
Desperately flipping through the pages to get back to the start.

I wish I could be lying next to you, dying right alongside you.
Would it have made a difference if someone were there to hold your hand?
As your soul starts its journey into an unknown land.

Never was a man who prayed, as all my prayers seemed to get intercepted.
They always strayed away and hurt the person I thought I was helping.
An unexpected outcome.

Michelle, I only knew an inkling of your ailment.
But I had no idea of how quickly your body would fail.
I thought I had more time.
Why did I keep putting off thinking you’d be fine?
In the back of my mind, I knew I was wrong.

I can’t sing you a song, but I can write you this poem.
But I don’t know if it matters anymore.
The words I create don’t have the power to change your fate.
The longer I go on, the emptier I feel.
When I realize, still, after all this time, you’re still gone.

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