Too Late
Pitch black is the night there is no moon in sight
while she's standing there with the sea’s tangy air
silently inhaling, her raven hair cascading
alone by the shore, pensive, like before.
However tonight, you won't be by her side
to lose yourself again in the pools of her eyes
neither will you open any door to her mind
as she valiantly saves what remains of her pride.
You will never know how many times she has read
your words she longed to hear, yet remained unsaid
'til they came too late, for she, too weary with the wait
has now laid your love on the seaside catacomb's bed.
2 September 2015
Kim Patrice Nunez
Trashed #2 Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Kp Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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