You came to me first
out of everyone you knew
and told me the death count
of the fire so far.
You needed me
and I wasn't there for you.
You told me about the fun times
with your best friend back home.
And I didn't understand why.
You said you wouldn't ever
see him again
and left me,
running out the door
with tears in your eyes.
I should have run after you.
Should have wrapped my arms around you
and never let go.
But I didn't
and I don't know why.
It was then that I understood
what you really meant.
But something held me back.
I wish now that it hadn't,
with all my heart.
I know now
he was in that fire
and he couldn't escape.
I'm sorry.
He's not coming back.
I'm so sorry...