I let you down
You died before my eyes
I saw your eyes cry
You didn’t understand
Why didn’t I hold you?
Why didn’t I cusp your face?
Why didn’t I touch your hand?
I’m ashamed
I’m battered
I’m adrift
Pain killed you
Pain kills me
Pain inures forever after
Those were no tears of a clown
You held no guise
You had one last sigh
Then you played one last song with the band
Goodnight, good fellow
Categories: death, family, mental health, photography, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Belles photos et très joli texte ..bonne soirée
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Nicely captured Mimi. That empty feeling of understanding more could be done should more attention had been given. I guess we could all retrospectively be better at many things, but that isn’t how we work. We act on emotional and mechanical understandings within us.
A deep regret is akin to carrying another person on your back until at some point a decision is made which allows us to free ourselves of the burden.
Nicely put Mimi. This could apply to a loved one or any loved thing.
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