Responding too Late

By your bed is where I think. About who you were and what you would say if only I could ask why it had to be this way. Although a stranger I may be, forever you will stay in my memory. At night in my bed I will wonder and I will dream, asking when it could be me. Resting still and forever peacefully as a stranger stands there and looks over me. Wondering who I was, why it had to be me, what I could currently see. What I could possibly say if they asked why it had to be this way?