Tortured
Regret and regretful.
They both seem the same?
But words cannot deal with the shame
Of not being there
When someone needed you most
When words or deeds could not help her, I was there but she did not hear my call
And all we are left with are fossils, imprints of what could have been that are stained forever
But my door is always open and she will knock on it one day
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