The worst part is that I knew.
Too much time had passed. I pushed the thought from my head.
No time. No time for that.
I was so close. So fucking close.
Yet I didn’t go. Too busy visiting, too busy with the minutia.
I couldn’t make time.
She was disappointed.
I explained. She was still disappointed.
Who was she to me? No one. No one really.
No one but a kind old woman. No one but kin.
Now she’s gone. Just like that. One Facebook message and she gone.
I am ashamed.
Tears don’t diminish regret.
Time is an illusion. There is no such thing.
Do what you must and do it now.
Death waits for no one.
Not even the busy.