Tortures of the damned

You were my excuse not to be home. You were my excuse for a lot of things actually. I wish that you never left. I wish that you never left and that what we had could have grown. I wish you didn't pull out the roots of that new seed just yet. I wish you would have let it grown into a flower instead of killing it. I wish I had been strong enough to ask you not to when you were still around. I think most of all I wish I didn't miss you this much when it's only been four days.