When I Wasn’t There


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.


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