Too Little Too Late

Know of a lady Who patiently waited To at last be seen Seen and heard Given the merest scraps Biding her time Time she watched fly as the swiftest bird Always warmed with coffee in her bed that he chilled from his own on the couch And if you ask him if he loved his love for her would vouch Yet he never sought to hold her In the cradle of his arms That he wrapped around a pillow As to set off no alarms Avoidant love is no love at all Loves a verb not a word or some halfhearted token Trinkets and roses and card bedside that's her life as her spirit you've broken never feeling the inclination to act in ways Causing another strife Till suffering year upon year As his beloved wife She said when she saw the flowers the first in twenty odd years The sight of them belated enraged her Enraged her to the point of tears You love non connection be honest Save your cash and keep to your crib If she could you know she would gladly hand you back your rib So afraid of being hurt you Half assed your way into pain Now rest assured at least from her you won't be put through it again