Should've come to you one last time.
Should've asked you how you were.
Should've kept you within reach.
Should've kissed you goodbye.
I see that I'm incredibly selfish.
Took you for granted.
Didn't let you in on my life updates.
Never met you when you were so old.
I was nearby at that time.
Could've made a simple visit.
I could've....
Alas! I am sitting in a faraway place, in a comfortable chair,
Regretting the decisions I didn't make.
I should've come to see you that time.
You were a bright light,
Loved me like your own daughter,
I called you "Tailor Grandpa", but Grandpa all the same.
We met every day when I was little,
In the tumultuous process of my adulting,
Your thoughts were left rotting in a corner.
Regret is a nasty thing.
It's like your child,
Who killed your lovely wife in birth.
Forgive me for devaluing.
Forgive me for discarding.
Forgive me, for my sins cannot be forgiven,
As horrible as I am, my being shall burn.
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