And then you were gone.
One day I blinked, and you were gone.
I wasn’t ready.
I didn’t know.
The pain.
The hurt.
The sorrow
That went with you leaving.
Had I known?
I would have spent more time loving you.
Being With You.
Being Intentional.
And now?
It’s too late.
Sadness.
Sorrow.
Regrets.
