Funeral

The signs were there
subtle but present.
It took the pain away
by making you unconscious.

You're lying on the bed,
struggling to make a sound.
Yet nothing comes out,
not even a word mouthed.

You yearn to reach
and hold a hand.
Just to feel the warmth
and make the first move.

Yet you can never be
for it's breaking you apart.
Slowly but gradually
tearing you away from us.

Yes I do regret much,
for not taking the time out.
Even just for a glance
or to hear you breathe.

And now you've left,
the chance has come and gone.
I can never see you again
like how you used to come around.

The only thing I can do now
is to stare at your face in the photo.
And think of what I should have done
while shedding a single tear.