Soon Will Always Be To Late
If she arrives soon
it will be too late.
The one who makes you weep
like sparkling rain,
happy to be her joy; her pain
she will always be further away
the more you hurry to draw near.
You have been delayed
by too many yesterdays.
should she ever return,
you will have already taken
tomorrow as your bride.
Unknowingly, she waited
until you found another,
should she reappear this day
she would only be a glance
in a shop window.
You change your mind and heart
seek out, seek in,
yet she will always remain beyond
the next streetlight
in a foreign city,
one you now will never visit.
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