We knew the warning signs, but we couldn’t stop ourselves

The sun is setting

Too late to do anything today

Tomorrow, we must

Say something

Feel something

Cry out in anger and fear and despair and hope

We must believe

Or the sun might never rise on us again

Rest well tonight for we shall not for many days

He called to us, and we didn’t answer

He reached for us, and we pulled away

He asked for attention, and we ignored him

He cried for us, and we shed no tears

But once he was gone

We missed him