Before It's Too Late

Open up
let me in
forgot what
passion felt like
when I looked
at him.

The sun
the moon
the stars
revolved around us
at one time.

I loved him
but I had to let go.
I missed him
but I knew it was better not to call.

To hear his voice hurt
it reminded me of all that I had left behind.
But what else could I do?

He turned left when I wanted to go right.
I sped up when he wanted to go slow.
He wanted to be friends when I wanted a husband.

Now look at us,
pitiful.
We lose weight
stare off into space
no sun, no moon, no stars.

Tears fall from our eyes.
We think of what could have been.
Petty mistakes.

Still hopeful --
a future we discuss
plans we make
hopefully we will correct wrongs
before it's too late.


Written by Nicholl McGuire