Sunday, January 29, 2006

Too Late

This is a revision of something I posted elsewhere almost a year ago.

You left and I can't ask
About her favourite colour
Abut her favourite anything.
Didn't you think I'd want to know?

I tried to ask
But you couldn't-wouldn't answer.
You had a chance and I had a right
And if not a right, a need.

A photograph is all that's left.
Not enough to know her.
You could have-should have answered.
But now it's too damn late.

2 comments:

Simply Coll said...

There is definitely a story behind these words.

ell said...

It was written in anger that has since dissipated. Isn't writing a good catharsis? There may be a future blog in it.