The concept of death is strange to me.
Why doesn't it set in that they're gone?
Why does the pain hit after the fact?
Why don't you realize what you have until it is gone?

The guilt that comes afterwards is almost worse.
Why didn't I call?
Why couldn't I have seen them one more time?
Why didn't I realize that time was running out?

Then the realization.
You won't see the smile.
You won't feel a hug.
You won't give them a kiss.

They're gone
And you didn't appreciate them when they were here.

Why?
Why were you selfish?
Why didn't you do more?
Why does it take a death to realize you have to change?

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