Offered a gift I so dearly wanted
by Eric Weissinger
All I had to do was walk out the door
And never look back
But I choose to stay.
I loved you beyond words
And yet I let you just walk away.
I died, it was suicide
I had the power to subside all the pain,
To push back this new death, yet I let it come.
Looking it dead in the eyes
As I waved