The Wise of It and How

Where did you go,
when you weren't here with me,
you ask me,
the one time you noticed
my distance and lack of warmth,
which doesn't make up for the times
you didn't notice I was freezing.

What were you doing,
because I couldn't see,
you ask me,
the one time you noticed,
I wasn't doing for you in little ways,
which doesn't make up for the times,
you refused to do for me.

Why so quiet,
I can barely hear you breathe,
you ask me,
the one time you noticed,
how long I hold back before exhaling,
which doesn't make up for the times,
you suffocated me. 

When did it come to this,
right before my eyes,
you ask of me,
the one time you noticed,
that we stopped being us,
which doesn't make up for the times,
we died right in front of you.

Who is he, if not me,
that can take my place,
you ask of me,
out of stupidity and fear,
which doesn't make up for the times,
you didn't care what or who came next.

How can this be,
I swore this us was it,
you ask of me,
feeling the loss,
which doesn't make up for the times,
that I felt the same.