Your Hand
Feelings of regret
Wishing I had listened
That I had heard your cries
That I was there to hold your hand
In sickness and in health
Through thick and thin
I should have been there
But I let work get in the way
I couldn’t put my foot down
I didn’t demand the time off
And I slowly let you slip away
And now that you’re gone
I sit here alone in the darkness
No more work
Worse than that
No more you
Now left not knowing
Where to turn
What to do
My apologies fall on deaf ears
The only opinion that matters is yours
And you can no longer hear me
Life will never be the same
I feel I may go insane
If only I could find a way
To turn back the clock
And
Just hold your hand
Your Hand©
Copyright 2014
Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 