Gone

He had done
So much for me,
Yet when he
Needed me,
I was never there.
Would he have held on,
If I had made it there?
Would he still be here,
If I hadn't let
My fears of
What I'd see
Control my actions?
They had said,
That he would have left
Those sterile rooms,
Walking instead of rolled.
I was supposed to be there.
But I couldn't
Will myself to go.
They say he constantly
Asked for me,
That I was his drive.
Did he give up on me?
When I could finally
Go to him,
The day before,
He left us all behind.
Was it because
I wasn't there yet,
That he gave in?
Is it all on me?