Too Late
Sitting alone for once,
Knee’s to my chest,
Watching the waves,
Funny, how they used to mean ‘hello’,
On the sand,
With the grey stones,
The grey skies,
The grey shadow,
I sit and watch,
Run my hands through my hair,
Over my cheeks,
A mask.
A barrier,
A wall,
An obstacle,
between us,
I was stupid,
I was blind,
Now it’s too late,
I waited too long,
And now, I sit alone for once,
The fireflies fly once more,
As they once did,
My only friend,
Once again,
Sitting by myself.
Darkness creeps on me,
All I can see,
Is the half moon,
Mocking me,
For IT’S other half, is coming back,
It always does,
Once again, by myself,
Once again the hole opens,
Once again the darkness closes,
It’s here I remember;
Your laugh, your hair, smile,
Your eyes, how they glittered in the sun,
Your touch, your kiss, your voice, the music you made,
Your love.
Sitting alone for once,
I hear your call,
Your song, I feel your warmth,
Your touch,
I look once more at the waves,
That symbolise your absence,
I yell, scream and cry,
But what good is it now?
I love you,
but it’s no good now.
