"Its too late, I'm sorry."
I tell my friend as they ask me to stay on the call for just a little while longer.
We had school the next day, and I needed to get some sleep.
So we said our goodbyes, and I hung up the call.
The words in that first sentence are simple enough. But what if we were to flash forward, and use that sentence in a different situation. . .
I sat there crying silently as I stared at someone I used to call my best friend. We hadn't talked in months, and the way in which they had left, when last we were together, had shown no remorse.
They never even said goodbye.
Now they stood in front of me, saying all of the things I would have given anything to hear a few months ago.
But now my heart is healed and I've moved on.
"I want to be friends again, is there any way that could happen?"
As much as I want to give them another chance, I was burned the first time, and I've learned my lesson.
I wiped away my tears, and said my piece. . .
"It's too late, I'm sorry."
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Late Night Poems
PuisiPoetry for the broken souls. Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm...
