What was it then?

A moment of madness
or a careful plan?
A weight
too heavy for one
too awful to share?
Or just the shame
of what you did
that day?
I never met your equal
you made sense
in every way.
Headstrong
loving
smart and full of life.
Full of life.
I wish I’d called
I wish I’d written
but you know how it is
out of sight.

So what was it then?

I miss you.
I wish you were still there.