Too Late To Say Goodbye

by

Phil Pochurek

She won’t be getting up.
It’s eight o ‘clock in the morning in this world
And somewhere in between
Forever and Eternity in the next.
We look so peaceful, so natural
When we go in our sleep
It’s hard to tell if someone’s not breathing.
No wonder they call it resting in peace.
No more pain, no more gain.
The strain of living, the heat of life gone
We are cold to the touch.
The empty shell left behind
That we loved so much who we called by name
Is just that, empty.
Worn out. Used up.
Its purpose served its person gone.
Without even saying good-bye.
How selfish of me now to cry
Over such missed opportunities.
Wasted moments to take the time
To tell someone how special they were.
How much they meant to you.
How much you cared for them, loved them.
And now they’re gone, they’re cold.
Too late to respond.
She won’t be getting up this morning.
No matter how hard you try.
No matter how much, how long you cry.
She’s gone home, and you’re alone
And it’s too late to say goodbye.

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