Too Late
Once I dreamed of this.
Too late.
I wish it could still be.
Too late.
If only we
Could turn back time -
Match it up,
Make it rhyme -
Too late.
It echoes like a bell
Tolling the end
Of the beginning
Of the beginning
Of the end -
Too late.
Grief and guilt
Make their apologies
Before you.
I wanted to be
Right up there
Beside you;
But you reached out
Only a moment
After I’d turned away.
Too late.
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