Poem: Is it Too Late?

That sinking feeling again

Because I think you’re not interested.

Am I too late?

I want to roll back the time,

To when you held me in your gaze.

Am I too late?

Oh, if I could just not give a damn!

But I’m here staring into space.

Am I too late?

You see, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for not being brave.

For not doing everything to save.

To save what we had when we had it.

I’m sorry because I didn’t have the guts to say…

To say ’I’m sorry’ when you’d have really felt it.

That I didn’t take you into my arms,

So you’d know I meant it.

Is it too late?

But now it feels like it too late.

Like I missed the last bus.

Like the ship may have sailed.

And you’re on that ship.

Which means I’m not on that ship.

I’m just a bystander with the others,

Waving their loved ones off temporarily.

But in my case, it feels like it’s permanently.

It’s too late.

So here I am holding these feelings.

And catching new, and even more intense, feelings.

When you’re just focused

On catching what?

Someone new?

Someone who just isn’t me?

My God… tell me it’s not too late!

Poem: I Always Knew it Was You