Did I do something wrong?Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?Why did you leave me like a child crying at school,pleading for their parents to come back?Only they come back, and I know you will not.
You weren’t supposed to leave.I never saw you go.You didn’t leave a letter.Can I come with you? We could run away up to the cloudsand hide there forever.
Are you really gone forever?Can I save you, or is it too late?I heard your voice, you whispered in my ear, but it soundedlike a scream.“I’m sorry.”
Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if you werestill here.Would I be happier?Would I cry less?I miss you.

Pound Ridge, New York