When I changed my mind
about being with her
and asked her out,
too late … too late, she said.
You had your chance.
I didn’t push it. No always means
no.
After I showed no resistance to
her rejection,
didn’t try to change her mind,
she became interested in me
again.
Too late … too late, I said.
No always means no.
And looking back, I kind of
wish we hadn’t played
games
and just got together.
And maybe, just maybe, we
would have had a lifetime
of lasting love together.
But she is dead now, and I
almost was.
Too late … too late.
Bob Boyd