“Where was I”

Where was I when she needed me?

Why wasn’t I there for her?

Was there something more important?

Something I had to do?

I doubt it.

I just wasn’t there.

I don’t remember what it was.

What I was doing.

But I remember her calling me.

Asking for my help.

And I remember telling her no.

I had something else to do.

Something more important.

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