M

TOO LATE

Blossoming love
Growing affection
He thought to propose
To remove the gap
Perhaps would live
Forever as one
Yet rejection he received
Heart broken he left,
Never to return,
Where nothing was left.
Yet confused he returned
At least for the reason behind
Perhaps another chance existed
For the crime he knew not
Only to find,a burial to join.
For she lived no more,
The only secret she kept.
So again he left, no hope left
Only to regret why he was late
At least could have understood
That something was wrong
Perhaps would have stayed
To say goodbye better.
While she lived
Something she denied.
©meisha