One tear left

Standing at the side
looking at your grave
thinking were I went wrong
with out being able to say good bye.

People say stop thinking of such things
but just because they say it
doesn't mean I will

I think that I could of saved you
but that's not true
you were meant to go
even though I miss you so

This is a poem
meant for you
no one else
but you

So I end this with good bye
and I hope you are fine
maybe some day you will come back
to were you belong