Too Late

Alas I’m here but you…
You fingertip out of my arm’s reach
I try and speak but
My voice too weak
Against the protest of the tick-tock’s
Screech

You stand apart from I
Too distant to hear my defeated sigh
But we’re close enough that
For whatever wind that throws me,
Frisks you the same
When corners of my shirt
Mexican-wave that way,
Loose strands of your hair
Sway in the same

You stand grand and statuesque
As your lips won’t part
You stare from a distance
Saying please don’t touch

My threshold for your beauty won’t hold So I deviate my eyes
And leave my lies untold
My eyes shut as you prove
Too much de-light for sight
Greedy I am too
So before the click of my eyelids
Freezes a still image of you,
I take in the final droplets
From your beauty’s faucet

As I dip my head in painful denial…

My mind’s focus captures you
While my memory’s film replays,
Frame-by-brimming-frame,
A hint of that steel innocence and youth Coupled with the respect you weigh
In your attitude and name

So now my saturated lens
Let’s a drop in disbelief
But none in much relief
Just one that wets the lashes
And dashes till my truant feet

I’ve just missed you
As swiftly as an Autumn’s leaf
Taken by Summer’s final whisper
The truth in my one tear is sweet,
You tell me,
But won’t turn your disappointment’s
Brown into a second-chance Green.

– 2014

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