Four Years Late Poem by Nima Tharchen

As of today I am four years late
Four years since our last date
I was a fool then
Like most men
I walked away from something I must have to come back for
But most men come early, I took four
I missed you, the childish talks, and the short innocent laugh
I can't seems to stop thinking about you
I miss the whole you
I am not sure if you would take me back
Even as friends I would treat you differently from the pack
I am not sure if I can hold your hand ever again
All I do is work with my pen
But I have hope that if you do take me in your arms
Even if I am four years late
I will love you hundred years straight
All I need you to do this time, is to trust me
With all the mistakes I committed and flaws I have in me
I am not trying to make things hard for you
It's what people who are in love do.