Too Late

She told me last night

A whisper on the porch

Her face was a smile,

Masking her tears.

I wanted to scream

I wanted to hold her tight

And tell her it would be ok.

I wanted to throw something

I wanted to cry.

Instead, my breath came out in a sigh

Breathing out all my emotions, reactions.

How could he?

How dare he.

She was stupid, naïve.

I told her that before.

But I hold my tongue now

What really matters anymore?

In my heart she’s my sister

But he’s always been a villain.

I wish it wasn’t her.

I wish it were me.

But it’s too late to rescue

Though there’s always time for tears.