Regret

When the darkness
is no longer enough for you,
you will know it is time.
I wonder
will you come find me then
and let me lay my hands
upon the ground
beneath you
and search for my warmth
and the words we both knew
were bound to slip away
because they felt too late.

I never spoke your language
although we have the same walk
and the color of your eyes
was my childhood.
I could not dream like you
or see how your hands
made things innocent
because I slipped
through a world darkly
when you were not looking
and you did not call me home.

You were my distance
and small words became safer
but you never knew
how I ached
to take three steps forward
every time you went backward
and how the world
crushed too silent
when you looked over your shoulder

and found me gone...