Too Much Too Late
We love too much
Usually in those moments of losing
The thing later to mean the most to us
The thing we took for granted
Never seeing the chasm opening there
Inside a soul that will never be whole again.
We love too much
When love is a one sided option
And friendly hands are no longing reaching
No longer receiving our hurried handshakes
Our "nice to see you, gotta run, catch you laters"
Those listening ears forever shut now to our self-centered lies.
We love too much
When sun is gone and falling rain
Accompanies us the rest of our days
How lonely is rain, we think
And mix it with our tears
As we walk through life, looking for what is no longer there.
We love too much
When memory stirs and we catch our breaths
At the thought of those gone
Their smiles, their laughter, the light in their eyes
Needing that light so badly now
In the darknesses of our despair.
(We love too much
When it's too late
But not enough, we find, till then
When it's too late, we realize
How much, how much we needed them.)
©by Voo
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