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
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2023
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