"Too Late"

I think we take for granted how important our presence is.

Just to be here,

not there or there but just...here.

Whether there’s so much to say or not,

so much you could do or not,

but- all we could do sometimes,

all that one may ask for..

is for you to be here.




I know it’s hard,

how can you be there and here?

Two places at once, as though you’re a shapeshifter.

It’s not humanly possible to always be here and there,

but couldn’t it be?

Sometimes I wish it was..

Why couldn’t it be?

That instead of just you,

there could also be me.




Not trying to go "dark",

But reality is not alone light.

Though yes, it does shine through the overcrowding darkness,

we shouldn’t try to hide,

trembling from chasing shadows.




Anywho,

As I poke at your mind a bit,

there can be so much fear in being late.

Once a moment’s passed, you cannot,

you can never,

not even imagine to solace your missing that it will ever be brought back.

That they can ever be brought back..

or maybe just come back.

That you could meet your eyes with her’s,

or gaze upon his.

You see darling,

Sorry to say sir,

“It’s just too late.”




The missed calls,

Countless messages, or maybe just one,

even a final goodbye-

if you ever had the privilege of closure.

But I guess this serves as a warning,

maybe caution,

gentle or harsh reminder:

To go in spite of your fears,

Leaning into faith,

Willing to become victim to tears,

And engage in the freedom of prayers.

Leaving behind pride,

in which you too "comfily" abided.

Now in each precious moment of time,

you can say it,

do it,

But, don’t forget to say or do so in love,

Before it’s too late.