A poem I wrote abt not getting to say goodbye to someone b4 they pass on

I STILL HAD SO MUCH LEFT TO TELL YOU a poem by me

There are so many good things

I never got to tell you.

How much I loved you.

How much your presence 

Meant to me.

I thought we had more time.

Then you left,

And all those words stayed with me. 

Some nights I still rehearse them,

As if you’ll suddenly come back

And give me one last chance to speak.

I still want to tell you

About the things that happen to me,

Then I remember 

You aren’t the person 

I can call anymore.

Maybe that’s what hurts most.

Not that you left,

But that you left before my heart was finished 

Saying goodbye.

-Darby 💗💗