A Last Thought of You

My regret is that I never got to be with you, always finding a way to mess up, to not say what should have been said, I should have kissed you, held you, loved you, given my soul to you, without fear, I could not get past myself, to get out of my head and let you in. I failed you, I failed myself and it has haunted me ever since, pictures of what would have been if I had gone towards you, and my soul tears, you were the best part of me, made me the man I wanted to be but was a coward, every thought has become numb, pain festering, pictures giving way to deep longing, to dull pain sweeping through and leaving nothing.