For when it is too late

God, it has been quite a year
I’ve lived a little bit and died a little more

As I sit quietly in a room
Unworthy of my money
I sigh in silence
As I patiently ignore the snoring of
the person I am sharing this room with

I start to distract my thoughts
Of what tomorrow will bring
With the aching memory of you

It still pains me to miss you;
To be ignored and misplaced
Like all the other lost papers
In your drawers and in-between receipts

May you someday find me
And think, that perhaps
I was right to love you
but everything would be too late..
So darling, what are you waiting for?

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