The day is well,

I think.

We ate somethings,

that I like.

Though,

I wonder if,

Things would be the same.

If I had gone,

and stopped you.

The doubts of 

your own consequences,

had consumed me.

The purple vines of fear,

guilt and shame,

had consumed you.

I'm sorry, 

that I couldn't stop you,

that I couldn't have done something.

I'm sorrow,

you're probably still alive,

but you're still gone.

Either way,

it would have probably been the same.

You should still dissapeared.

I'm still waiting for you,

though.