His last candle

He's gone, he's dead.

I just want the guilt to go away,

I wish I spent more time with him,

I wish I could say my goodbye,

and tell him how much I miss him.

But I can't.

I still feel his presence,

The warmth that he provided to my heart,

the way he laughed,

the way he helped,

the way... he loved everyone.

Yet I pushed him away,

I thought it could wait,

but it was too late...

Now he's gone, and I still see his face.

I didn't know what I had until I lost it.

He kept holding on, and on, and on...

But he blew, his last candle.