The Missed

You were the last
The one I had hoped to know
You were just within reach
Yet, far you were

They said you had stopped breathing
But I didn't truly believe it
The thought was ludicrous and unthinkable
But there you lay, sickly pale

I had not known you were at death's doors
The raven, perching itself on your shoulder
It cocks its head at me, mockingly
And all I did was watch as you faded away

Tears fall while the eulogy is read
But why do I feel this way?
Do I cry for the grandfather you were?
The grandfather I hadn't known enough?

I should've been the one to reach out.
To take hold of you while you lived.
Talk to you and laugh at silly jokes.
Sat next to you while you were dying.

But it's too late now
You had lived, while I did nothing.
And for that, I am sorry.
Sorry for not doing and being enough.

I have wasted a valuable chance.
That is my sin.
Now, I have this grieving emptiness.
And this,

This is my consequence.