Sometimes Late At Night

Sometimes late at night,
I wonder why I let you go,
And hold on to my pillow tight,
Wishing so badly it could be you.

I start to dream of times we had,
Although the images are disappearing,
I'm still missing you so bad -
My mind is leering.

As I'm thinking of you,
The dawn is nearing,
I remember all I put you through,
And the nights I left you fearing...

I desire to tell you -
I yearn to be in your presence still,
And I am so sorry,
For all I put you through.

But your soul was taken,
Late one night,
You were too weak,
To endure the fight.

Now it's too late,
And you're dead,
Though I feel like my heart,
Is the one that bled.

I wish I felt a slight decrease,
Of the everlasting pain,
That will never cease,
As I envy your comatose state.

Feeling nothing,
Nor irate,
Laying there sleeping,
Must be great.