Missing Parts

When you came into my life, you completed me. Never questioning why, never trying to fix me, you accepted me as I was, flaws and all. When I needed someone to listen, you gave me your ear, when I needed to cry, I leaned on your shoulder, when I lost my way, you found it for me, you were my beacon of light in the darkness. When I needed shelter against the world, you cradled me in your arms, protecting me, you kept me safe. You were my anchor in the storm, my rock, you were the one that kept me grounded against the harsh winds of life. I knew this of you, you knew this of me. God! Why didn't I listen? Why didn't I listen to that tiny little voice inside, telling me to pick up that phone and call you that morning? Why didn't I listen? If I had, would it have made a difference? Why didn't you let me be your anchor, your rock, why didn't you let me cradle you in my arms until the demons within you vanished back into the darkness that morning. God, why? Why?


Searching for the christmas spirit among memories of sadness and pain. Another year without you in it. Sometimes I catch myself looking at your picture wondering why you haven't called lately, then I remember. You are gone, you will never call again, all that remains are memories.