There's ne'er a place where I belonged
I follow trails the dead have left.
My sojourn always much prolonged
The more I've lived, much more bereft.
I can't grant all the wishes sown,
I cannot even save my own.

Structured as if adhering to a form, but no meter or rhyme, so it's essentially free verse. A few language blips, like "visit to me" is really oddly worded. I like the way the prompt is tied in, but I wish it had a stronger connection, as it's really only a circumstance the recipient has endured, and it's not given a thematic purpose or a link to a shared memory of the two. I think that would strengthen the piece as a whole and make it feel like the prompt got more than a token inclusion. The last stanza is strong, as the constant use of "please" creates an intense desperation. The mood here works well.