by Nick Gisburne
You died before I told you I was wrong
And always I regret you never knew
Emotions, running high, too strained, too strong
The bitter words too many, or too few
What more could I have done before the end
To let you know the truth of how I felt?
Yes, even now I cannot comprehend
The sense of saying nothing as we knelt
A truth is sometimes difficult to share
But this I dearly wish I could have said
I wanted you to know it, this I swear
But suddenly you fell before me, dead
I thought the poison wasn’t very strong
You died before I told you I was wrong
