Late

February 18, 2014

Realizing it

Late.

I wanted your

Attention.

All day, I wanted

You.

I needed you to see

Me.

I breathe in your

Words.

I drank your

Touch.

Without it I’m

Lifeless.

I saw it too

Late.

I though I could

Replace.

Maybe fill

Another.

But nothing

Matters

Now that you’re

Gone.

Ive made up my

Grave.

Im now all

Alone.

Realizing too

Late.

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