Too Late
Too long since we met, and now too late;
words, misplaced in anger, at some point
turned inwards into bitter silence.
Small infractions soon expand to chasms
in the sleepless, fetid, endless nights
of my self-righteous indignations.
All we had so quickly lost, and why?
You were dying; I could not forgive
that you could part and be so selfish.
Leave me to face this ungodly world
that you prepared me for and did not.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2024
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