Heh, yep... I got really bored the other day and decided to write something upsetting, so here goes.
Too Late
You can stare up at the ceiling at night,
Imaging it's the stars.
How pretty it is,
But your mind is somewhere else.
This thought has been on your mind for months,
Weeks,
Days,
What now?
You whisper to yourself tomorrow,
But you know it won't happen.
He's too good for you.
You know it won't happen.
As expected,
Tomorrow was turned into the next day,
Following in the same pattern,
It seems he'll never know.
One morning you wake up,
Your mind set.
Today is the day!
Today, you'll tell him.
But he's not there.
And he's not there the next day,
Or the next.
You need to find him,
You tell yourself over again and again.
Finally you get the balls and head over to his house.
Something's wrong though.
There are cars all over the place,
Not his car.
You wander into the house behind a few others,
No one notices you.
You walk up to his brother and ask what happened.
It's too late.
He's gone.
A few months pass by,
He's not coming back.
He's really gone.
You don't want to believe it.
Your life is wrecked, and for what?
Someone you couldn't even tell your feelings to?
You venture down to the cemetery,
You need to get this off your chest,
He needs to know,
Even if he's not around anymore.
You lean down to the ground,
Rubbing your thumb across the name on the grave stone.
The few tears fall down your cheeks,
Wetting the ground.
You've come too far now,
He needs to know.
You look up at the sky,
You feel as if he's watching you from above.
That's when you say it,
"I loved you..."
You shake your head,
No, that's not it.
"I still love you…"
You get up from the ground,
Brushing off your clothes.
You turn the other way to leave,
Glancing back one last time.
"I should have told you sooner…"
With that you leave the graveyard,
You leave the grave,
The grave with the words,
"Rest in peace Arthur Kirkland" graved into it.
"I'll love you long after you're gone."