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