by McKenzie James
Didn’t he know I’d always love him?
That I’d always put him first?
I would have always stood beside him;
stuck by him through better or worse.
I would have helped him reach his goals.
I would have kept him from the cold.
I would have picked him up when he fell.
I would have loved that man through heaven and hell.
We could have shared passion, laughter and life.
We could have held each other close every night.
We could have built something that others would envy.
We could have, we should have, but it simply ended.
Does he know what he is missing?
Does he know what we might have had?
How many people wander forever searching
and are never offered such a chance?