Literature
Too Late
Too late. So sorry. My words reached your ears but not your heart. You smiled at me, looked into my eyes, held my hand. But then you turned around and walked away, leaving me to watch your back.
You called me once or twice, somewhere down the road, and I answered back. Always. Yet when I called your name, you didn't respond, continuing on as if my voice was merely a whisper of wind.
So sorry.
...Too late.
Never will you be mine.