I stare at your photograph for hours
And yet I cannot make up for what I have done.
I threw you in the dirt as if you were nothing
But you were so much more, so much more.
Nothing I could have done nor said can bring me to peace.
Not even a shadowy figure reminds me of your presence
Though it does to most and brings them happinness, while me, saddness.
I wish I could travel back in time, to that last hour.
The fateful last sixty minutes of your life.
I tried to apologize, but something held me back, as if I shouldn't.
I regret it now, and will never get it out of my head.
The way you cared for me when I was lost!
I felt… Loved again. But still,
I pretended you were just another one of those worthless people in the world.
Instead of just… one…. Apart from all the rest.
I couldn't bring myself to realize that...
You were different from the rest. Not your average hero.
Not to me… Not to me…
I am really not as depressing as I sound. Trust me. Its just the style of poetry I like to write. And read. Later, Jennifer