Perfectly Flawed

I Can't Forget

I can't forget the day I left
Her standing in the rain
With no one to take her home.
Her repeatedly calling my name
Is a sound I can still hear.
Her dripping hair is still a sight I see.
I can't forget the way I stared
Like a passerby,
Deciding whether or not to help
Until it was too late
And I was pulled away
By the cold, numb fingers
Of merciless destiny.
I imagine she can't forget
The day I left her standing in the rain
Without someone to take her home
And nurse her wounded pride.
She probably still lives there
In that house full of tears,
Memories, and past troubles,
Trying to forget the day I left her
Standing in the rain as people stared,
Some being passersby,
Others wishing they were such.
For these long years, she's watched things change,
Probably wishing I was there.
Though I've tried hard in the past,
I have learned to accept the fact
That I can't forget the day
I left her standing in the rain
With no one to take her home.