Late Reminisce

Posted: April 27, 2015 in poetry

Months have passed with no word from you
You chose your book, the book you view
no said good byes, no scented note
no handshakes or good-byes were wrote

Now home is lost and you return,
to watch the blazing fires burn.
And sift through ashes and reminisce
proclaim your love for those you miss

The time’s too late to reach and save
to pull your home from the grave
Too late to kiss, or to gently hug
The time to save … was before the graves were dug.


  1. So very true! Wish more people lived their lives based on this truth.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  2. I really enjoyed this read.

    Liked by 1 person

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