I can still hear your last breath...it will never leave me <br />Perhaps I could heal your broken bones with the fruits of my eyelashes <br /> <br />No, unfortunately time beat me to you, <br />But the world goes on anyway <br /> <br />I lay beside the spot where I used to find you <br />Only a shadow's stain remains <br /> <br />I am petrified with my own remorse <br />If only I made friends with the chance you wanted me to take <br /> <br />Instead, I hid in the ditch of my own doubts and despairs <br />And I couldn't climb out in time to save you <br /> <br />I sorely miss the way the night whispered to us <br />As we walked in the forest hand and hand <br /> <br />But now that cruel irony has grasped you <br />I am left to my own decay<br /><br />Samantha Stough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decay-2/
