Everyday I wake up
I glance around
At her picture
On my bedside table
I wish for some things
Things to change
I want her around
She is no more
I wish
I had more time
But it wasn't meant to be
It just made me realise
How fickle we are
At the hands of fate
I am a tough man
I believe
With hardly any regret
But this one thing
Has softened me inside
And there's a part of me
That now doesn't want
Someone to go through
What I did
Some say, I am sorted
And always in control
I wish
I had an option
Not to be
I wish
There was some way
Which I could have used
To straighten it out
But the regret
It still lives
And it is here,
Here to stay..