It was my job to keep him safe.
My job to keep him as he was.
And yet he’s gone from this world,
And left a completely different person behind.
He grew up when I wasn’t looking,
When I wasn’t there.
I saved him once,
He survived by my hand.
And yet less than a year later,
Death had once again paid him a visit.
I wasn’t there that time.
So now not only do I not have him,
I also don’t have a job to keep me sane no more.
Yet I lay here where he died,
And watch over his grave.
I’m keeping him safe,
Even though he left so long ago.
I’m doing my best,
Too little too late.