It Was Late

            It was late.

The sun had just begun to hang her head;

her shame turned the sky into her canvas and saturated the clouds with brilliant color.

            The sky is all that I have.

            It was late.

I had never seen someone more beautiful than she;

every word she spoke pierced my chest and my heart cried out in bitter agony,

            “Save me from myself!”

            It was late.

My brain rebelled but to no avail;

“Stop this madness before you lose what is most precious!”

            I no longer looked to the sky.

            It was late.

I was afraid of falling too deeply;

my blood boiled when I thought of our imminent fate.

            How could she follow?

            It was late.

I held on with all of my might;

I will not ask her to give everything up and so instead I must fall.

            My heart had realized its mistake.

            It was late

I had finally given everything up in pursuit of nothing;

the emptiness in my chest will not subside and regret will follow me always.

            Words never said will plague my tongue.

            It was late.

I have been rendered powerless;

I have been stripped of my clothes and the cold has penetrated my bones.

            What has been left for me now?

            It was late.

The sun had just begun to hang her head;

her shame turned the sky into her canvas and saturated the clouds with brilliant color.

            The sky is all that I have.