POEM : "Too Late"

And I think about you every night and day,
Wondering how I could have let you slip away.
How could I have been so blind?
What the hell was on my mind?

I know that I took you for granted;
I just never realized that you were all I ever wanted.
But the day you walked out that door,
I knew I would never see you anymore.

Too late, now what can I do?
The memories, they stir and they brew.
I was as stupid as a fool could be,
An angel you were; why didn’t I see?

Do I dare ask for a second chance?
Will you want another dance?
Alone at night, amidst silent trees,
A painful realization, I fall to my knees.

How cruel I’ve been, nobody knows…
Nobody but me and a bleeding rose.
How I wish I could turn back the hands of Time,
But too late… the blame is all mine.

© 1997 Radica