Too Late by Amanda J Cobb
Why did you do it? That's what I can't understand, hard as I try. How could death seem a better choice than living the rest of your life, a life so full of possibilities? How could that noose have seemed a better friend than me, than anyone close to you? Why didn't you come to me, talk to me about whatever was driving you over the edge? Why didn't I see it killing you, or sense that something was wrong? How could I not take the hints, overlooking it when you failed to say "see you later," or when nothing excited you anymore? Why did I never take the chance and tell you how I felt, that I did care about you, that I would mind if I never saw you again?
But I guess it's too late for questions now. 07/09/2000 Posted on 09/22/2001 Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
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