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Your Last Day

I was there the day you died.
I too, stood with them and cried.
The disbelief and shock we'd feel
would make it hard for us to deal
with all the pain and a broken heart,
that from your presence we must part.
Nomore to see your fading form.
The years ahead we now would mourn
a loss so deep. The mark you made
upon our lives that time can't fade.
And as my sorrow rages on
with disbelief that you are gone,
acceptance of the loss I feel
evades me now, won't let me heal.
My first trip home since the day you died
fills me with dread and though I've tried
to push away the dread and pain
upon my memory it's all a stain.
If I could have but one chance to say
the things I didn't on your last day,
goodbye wouldn't be so hard for me
and maybe the guilt would set me free.