Guilt of the Survivor

I thought of you again.
More frequent, as of late.
I've felt your eyes,
But I don't see you.


I lie down in the rain.
Get soaked by your tears.
Why do you cry?
Now you can fly...


I felt your pain.
I understood.
It hurts to not feel loved.
I've been there.


You could've told me.
Tried to hold me.
I would've listened.
I would've cared.


But, it's done now,
And I miss you.
Remember me.
Please.