I Still Think of You

I still think of you.

Fairly often.

Different things bring you to my mind.

Sometimes, nothing at all.

Sometimes, you just pop up.

I wonder what it's like for you,

Where you are.

But most of all, I wonder about that day...

I wonder if it really was an accident.

I remember our talks.

I remember your stories.

I remember those days.

Was it really an accident?

I wonder if I missed something.

I wonder if I could have done something.

I wonder if you really knew how loved you were...are.

I wonder if you really knew how many lives you touched.

Did you know the church was overflowing that day?

People had to stand in the aisles.

They had the side doors open, and some stood outside.

The balcony was full as well.

That's where I sat.

I was grateful for being up & away.

I felt like an intruder that day.

Was it my fault?
It felt like it.

I still kick myself.

I still blame myself.

You were one of my girls.

I knew something was wrong.

I should have done more.

Could I have done more?

I play it over & over.

Still.

I think I took care of the rest of the girls after it happened well.

But I couldn't take care of you.

Was it really an accident?

I don't know.

I'd like to think so.
I hope so.

I still think of you.