Eternally Damned

I vividly remember the frigid iron knob touching my hand

  Turning it

expecting our eyes to meet.

                                                                                            Deep

Down,

I knew something wasn’t right.

                                 The floorboards creaked as I took my first step into your room.

Across the way,

                                                                                                               Your figure

Covered by the comforter I bought you last Christmas

Met my eyes.

I called your name,

                                                                     No  Response.

Those

                  Three

                                 Miserable

                                                           Steps

                                                                                        to your bed,

    told the story of what you did.

If only I had arrived

                                                                Sooner

                                                  Earlier

                                                                                                                          Faster

              Just maybe I could have given you life;

                                                                                  a second chance.

                                                                                                     But instead here I am,

Guilt-filled and eternally damned.