Forgiven

Can you be forgiven,
If the person isn't here.
Their aura still a presence,
A memory so clear.
A friendship was not two way,
I never knew it then.
But now I cannot call him,
Or ask him why and when.
I'll walk up to his graveside,
Remember all the pain.
He knows how much I miss him,
Whilst drowning in the rain.
My silent prayer will carry,
Wherever he may be.
He'll never hear my sorrow,
I wish I'd set it free.
I wander back to living,
And cherish those still here.
Maybe that's enough now,
A lesson made through fear.