Death Nesting - The Missing End

It’s the sorrow I can’t undo, not what I saw, but what I didn’t do. The grave don’t carry, the earth don’t bend, and I can’t make peace with the missing end. Your coat still hangs behind the door, I never asked, I should’ve more. The letter waits, it’s still half-wrote, now it’s just ashes scarring my throat. The chair you kept is empty still, I walk around it, can’t bring myself to sit on it. No voice, no touch, no last reply, I never learned the proper goodbye. It’s the sorrow I can’t undo, not what I saw, but what I didn’t do. The grave don’t carry, the earth don’t bend, and I can’t make peace with the missing end. I hear your name in passing air, but turn to find there’s nothing there. I kept my distance, thought time was mine, but death don’t wait, it kept your time. The phone stayed silent in my hand, I couldn’t call, I should have, and… now all I hold is the reason why, I never said the last goodbye. There is no peace in what I missed, just hollow breath and empty fists. The body goes, the silence stays, and I am haunted all my days. It’s the sorrow I can’t undo, not what I saw, but what I didn’t do. The grave don’t carry, the earth don’t bend, and I can’t make peace with the missing end. It wasn’t what I said… it was what I left unsaid.