Too Late for GoodbyesA Poem by J. M. YearySeven years ago, while she lay asleep He packed his things and turned to leave
He never said I'm sorry or stayed to see her cry
He just left her with no last goodbye
Seven years went by, and he never did write
Just a lonely phone call one hot August night
He didn't say how are you or I hope everything is all right
He just talked about the weather, but left no goodbye
Three years later, standing in the rain
He thinks about the woman, and all the pain
He wished he had said I am sorry or stayed to see her cry
To help her understand all the reasons why
But the caretaker is calling it's time to leave
The gates are closing no more time to grieve
He'd give anything for one more try
But the woman, chiseled in stone, won't hear his goodbye
© 2008 J. M. YearyReviews
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18 Reviews Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorJ. M. YearyWichita Falls, TXAboutI discovered this poem while I was looking through an old cemetery book at the courthouse in Crowell, Texas--a very good depiction of what most of us feel as we venture through life. Surely (at least .. more..Writing
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