- too late to cry
scattered memories were misplaced until today,
when i remembered your going away.
somehow i knew you would not look back.
how was i to know that life honors no promises
and holds no secrets until tomorrow’s sunrise?
you taught me that without ever knowing it.
a weather-beaten fence now surrounds the burrowed field
where once you walked amidst the swaying daisies,
golden in the afternoon.
dried roses—brown from neglect and the cold of winter—
easily crumble at the touch of my lips
as i place them against the cracking cold marble slab.
i never knew you except in my dreams,
and memories of your soft touch were born in wishes
that i could have seen your eyes just once.
did you cry when you walked away to another place,
where the yesterdays of your life
were sure never to meet the tomorrows of mine?
i found you here all alone
when the snow melted and birds reappeared
…and when the farmer showed me the way.
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