Too Bad/Too Late

I will return to where I left you

And in your place find my regret;

I stepped aside to let you

Fight your battle,

And ran away

Because I was afraid

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And now but cold ground’s quiet whispers

Speak unintelligible words,

And rain before my eyes

Paints pictures

Of your heart

Getting mixed with dirt;

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I’ll stand and watch, I’ll stand and listen,

I’ll stand and wonder, how on Earth

My weakness

Could have forced me to abandon

Someone I loved

At their monsters’ mercy;

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Now I will never know for certain

If you have lost or you have won;

I won’t have witnessed

The despair, joy and courage,

With which, I want to believe,

You fought;

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I will come back to where we parted

When I am wise, and strong, and brave;

Too bad –

If that’s ever to happen,

To save us both

It will be much too late

To Hold

I know, you will not recognize me

For it was ages ago

That for a day we said good-bye and

For a lifetime each other lost;

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I wear my age upon my face now,

And hunch under the weight of time,

But you are just as I recall:

As beautiful as spring in prime;

/

My dreams like autumn leaves have fallen

Upon cold ground for all to tread,

While yours, it seems to me, have blossomed

Like flowers in a fresh bouquet;

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How you have lived I want to ask you,

As in my hand I hold your hand,

And in this moment – turn back time and

Stay by your side, which I once abandoned;

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Then, today would we walk together,

Laughing at our private jokes?

Would my world – you – be small but happy?

Would I for you be a good home?

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In vain I wonder, for my choices

I made a lifetime ago,

When for a day I said good-bye and

Lost my beacon in a whirlwind of storms;

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They left me crazy and disfigured,

They tore my flesh and broke my heart –

I cannot even recognize me

When, swiftly as they come, the hurricanes are gone;

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You walk on by, and I’ll keep walking –

Must be, into another storm;

I wish you love, and light, and joy,

And in the lifetime to come

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I wish to ask you how you lived and

In my hand yours again to hold