You took the life we were unable to give.
A year ago, you had a week to live.
And I forgive. I forgive.
If you had needed a reason to stay,
If there was something I needed to say,
I and we would have found a way.
A year ago you had a smile--
but that's been gone for awhile.
I keep it folded in a file.
My friend is dead. A year ago
I saw my world sink far below
our greatest fear. We didn't know
how close you were to letting go.