Too much too late.

I couldn't bear the sight and so i decided to flight. To depart to another site, with much less fight. To forget of the night, that we last flew the kite. In me there was fright, of all that wasn't delight. "I can see the light," she said. But all i did was say right and walked away. Only to come back and find out that He took you at night and i wasn't there to hug you tight and tell you i loved you. Because i was with fright, i never got the chance to say goodbye or tell you to fight because i needed you.