You worked so hard wanting me to know so many things you never wanted to say, I was too busy.I wish I loved you pure with the strength you wanted me to. I wish I gave you as much time as you craved for.All the times I shook your hand, I wish I did so more firmly, stayed a bit, shared stories and experiences and made you laugh life into you as much as I could offer.I wish I was there all those times you wanted me but couldn't say. I wish I suspected nothing and that I failed at being careful and suspicious of you. I wish I didn't judge you from a distance.More importantly, I wish I didn't bother about the world and her tongue.Wouldn't the world talk, always?It bears reason how I could have been too busy loving God to love you next door!Now you've gone I am a sachet of regret.Shouldn't I just forgive myself and move on?Wouldn't that again be about me?How would doing so help us?Us!Oh, there's no more us?You walked away.You left me to my busyness.Oh, the world is what it is, not what we think it is!![images.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmd125MyRR8UbLChRd35HGVMsZe1LLoTWFR4vc8tX3RzYe/images.jpg)