Unsaid

There were so many things he never said,
Buried deep inside the recesses of his head,
And now she's gone he wonders what they were,
The words unspoken between him and her.

His mouth was always closed in fear,
Never saying what she wanted to hear,
Until the day that she passed away,
And now he wishes for things to say.

Things like 'I love you' and 'I love you too,'
'I need you here,' 'I only want you,'
The words he never said in all her life,
Stab inside him like a twisting knife.

He was never there, with work and play,
Leaving her to wait at home all day,
At night he'd sleep, too tired to talk,
And day after day it was no longer a shock.

She faded slowly like a whisper of air,
He never noticed until she wasn't there,
And then he was there, and she was gone,
He finally realized what he did wrong.

Now he lives his life all alone,
No children to tell of, none of his own,
No reminders of her and no memories but one,
How he had treated her and what he had done.

He stands by a gravestone with flowers in hand,
Tears gently falling into the darkening land,
His mouth slowly moves, 'I love you,' he states,
But his greatest regret is now it's too late.