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To Late To Love

By strangefirecrackers, Richmond Hill, NY

The smell of your hair,
the sound of your voice,
the color in your eyes,
and the love in your heart.

Those are the things
I remember of you.

The way you understand me,
how you’d comfort me,
and made me feel,
I remember.

You loved me the way a mother loved her child,
but I didn’t know.
I loved you the way you wanted to.
We both didn’t know.
Until those love letters fell out
after all those years.

I found out it was you
but it’s to late now.
I can’t have you
and you can’t have me.



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