Warmness on the Soul

He was the one thing I coveted the most
But I let him go
I think about him everyday
Why, did he have to go away
Go away and leave me cold
He was the one that I wanted for all time
I see him all the time, without ever truly seeing him
He is forever barred from me, more literally than anyone knows
I often thinks of the past, of what I could have done to save everyone
Save him and myself from all this pain that our lives are now consumed by
In the words of Gandhi "whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important
that you do it anyway."
But does that apply now?