Too Late To Cry

Knowing how this heart aches for love lost and coming to the realization of what is truly needed. Phone calls are forwarded and messages unanswered so in transit, headed home. Sorrows and apologies prepared before greetings while windshield wipers clear the sky’s tears. Soaked pant bottoms, leaving muddy shoe prints up the stairs, a bouquet of favorite, fresh flowers in hand... Peer through the windows, Nothing but pictureless walls, Too little, too late. ----------------------------------- Date: May 2, 2019 Pick A Title, Vol 4 - Haibun Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh