The Web Poetry Corner - Laura Beth Leither - Too Late
Too Late
by
Laura Beth Leither
Thoughts of him flood my mind
Crawling into a life left behind
Creeping up upon my soul
Tearing through beyond my control
Searching for pieces of him
That once appeared on a whim
Hollow and scarce they now are
No trace anymore, they're too far
Too late, he's trying to climb back in
Only to find that my world still spins