Regrets

My body may be gone,
But I'm still here;
My spirit lives on.

And you'll feel in your soul
That I am here,
To fill up the hole.

But not entirely.
Therefore it's too much;
The pain you caused me.

And every night in bed,
You'll think of me
And wish you'd have said

That you DID believe.
But now it's too late;
And you'll have to live in grief...