Three Days Before

Three days before

I spent the weekend at a festival

It was the happiest I’d felt in a long time

It was good to get out

To get out of a house filled with sadness

Relief.

There days before

It was nice to forget

To have some space

Be young

Enjoy myself

Live.

Three days before

It was a perfect weekend

I told you I was on my way home

I didn’t want to go back

I wanted to keep hold of this feeling

Happy.

Three days before

I arrived home

But this house was empty

I got into bed before you returned

I didn’t want to talk

Selfish.

Three days before

You returned

You called up to me

You wanted to talk, to see me, to ask how I was

I was awake but I kept silent

Regret.

Three days before

I heard you sigh

You were disappointed

I let you down

You wanted to talk to me

Grief.

These little regrets

They play on my mind

They fester and grow

I would do so much differently

If I knew I only had three days left with you

By Alice Godber