Andy (a poem)

I wish I had spoken
 one simple, kind word.
 It may well have been
 the only one heard.

Now it’s much too late.
 Life goes on without.
 Memories will fade
 but regrets they do not.

I see someone hurting.
 Do I just look away,
 my choice still the same
 as that one fateful day?

Though his pain like my own,
 I fought through. I moved on.
 I learned how to live
 while still he is gone.

~ elr

This poem was written in response to a prompt on Facebook by Sad Poetic Trans Girl. “Write something about something you’d wish you said.”