Too Far Gone

I stop a moment.
Staring at you from across the room
Wishing things could've been different.
Too late.
I think of the words I could've said
Maybe things might have been different.
Too late.
The time flew by.
(Too short).
Four months?
Or a single moment?
A short embrace
Of all that we dreamed?
A heartbeat that was for you?
Or a thousand?
Did it have to end?
Too soon.
I shed a few tears,
(Too little, they say),
And sob for a while.
I bemoan the fate that has befallen we two,
Mourn the death of that happiness,
Which youths never believe will end.
I feel myself grown old,
Too young.
I weep for my piteous heart's groaning
(But only on the inside)
And never let you see
How much I hurt,
Because that might make you hurt too.
I don't want you to hurt.
Didn't I ever tell you?
I only wanted you to be happy
The way you made me happy.
I tried my best
To show you how much you meant.
I loved you.
But maybe my words weren't strong enough.
Maybe my song wasn't sweet enough.
Maybe my poetry wasn't lovely enough.
Maybe I just didn't make you understand.
Too late.
I kept my mouth shut
Too long.
Now you're gone.
Too late.

Tags: Break-ups, lost love, inferiority