Too Late
I'm sorry i did not extend my
hand,
or even once say, i understand.
for
oftentimes
you were like me;
a bit cynical and hard to reach.
Yet still i knew,
there was a lonely man
with pain to hide,
who longed for warmth
in a friend.
Coldness was all i could lend.
Now you will never know,
that
your departure plans
have left a surprising
sadness in my heart.
Goodbye...my friend
Copyright © Rebecca Sharp | Year Posted 2007
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