Sometimes, when I look
forward,
I see you there:
ahead of me.
But then I
think,
- then I
blink -
and you're gone.

The haunting me
with your face
has got to stop.
I simply can't take
the sadness
in
your
eyes
any longer.
It makes me feel that I am
responsible
for the pain
you have.
I hate that.
And it's not
my fault.

I would hug you
if I didn't think
I would
only
make
it
worse.

I'm so sorry.

That's all I can
do or say.