Too late

I find solace in your tracks,

The way your free spirited hair found it’s way to hug my fingertips

The way your soft untouched lips caressed mine with subtle ambition.


I remember the day we met so clearly,
it was a cold February 11th evening,

I had just gotten done with my report when I saw you.

I had never been one to talk to girls, but

I was feeling confident.

I said hi and your ocean-hue eyes drowned me.

We talked for hours next to the lilacs by the window in the library.


I often times find myself reading your old letters to me, asking myself “why did you see what you had.”

Why didn’t I this, why didn’t I that, it seems every memory of you is clouded with regret of my own actions.

But that’s all you are anymore, is a collection of memories.

Pain demands to be felt, it takes no mercy on the wounded, whether the lacerations be on your skin or your heart, figurative, literally tearing you apart.

It reminds you day and night of what could be, rereading your chapter looking for a loophole or an answer, instead of moving onto the next.

I can still remember the phone ringing at 2:15pm that Sunday afternoon.

We had been in a big argument, and you wouldn’t call me back.

But then you did.. So I thought.
I answered swiftly to find a familiar voice, but not yours.

"Hello, ma’am," I greeted your mothers voice.

She was horrified, and broke the news,

And to this day, i visit you every year on February 11th, and bring you lilacs.
they always were your favorite.

I’m sorry I didn’t give ever undying second to you, because that’s what you deserved.

But it’s too late now.

I never got to apologize.

I never even got to say goodbye.

I just hope you’re happier in your new home now.

You’ve probably forgotten me, but i haven’t forgotten you.

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Pause.

Time ticks on, yet I feel still
The winds and fates are in motion

Persons finding themselves everywhere
As if our existence has a greater meaning than just to
exist

But I, I feel on pause,
as if tomorrow brings change

Branding it on my forehead like I was advertisement for a more productive, happier time

But days roll on and tomorrow never rears it’s head,
just stays
One pace ahead

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Time

You’re wasting your days with me

You have all the galaxies of the universe locked behind the membranes covering your eyes
Nebulas of blue and green against the frosty outer rim

While I have nothing but cold emptiness filling every void where matter is needed

You have honey and love running through your veins that leave me lovestruck in every sense of phrase

While I have mud and dirt filling my insides, trailing down, I am the epitome of useless

You have wavy beautiful thick hair in which the winds blow through, reminding me of the winds sirens through the savannahs tall grass in Africa

While I have bent, damaged sticks of melanin running off my head carelessly like the frays off a hole on worn jeans

You are the magnificent sun, a burning hot ball of fire, bringing life and hope to all, blinding anyone who dare look at your beauty

While I am the moon, stealing your grandeur for my own. Bouncing your awe-inspiring energy off of my cold, dead, useless surface.

You are everything

While I am nothing

And I live in dire fear of the day you have an epiphany

And realize this undying truth

To leave me stranded without a place in your heart

That I can call home.

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