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