Too Little With Too Much Too Late Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I waited.
With a patience.
You once stated wasn't there to declare.
I even made changes to my attitude.
With you on my mind.
Yet you refuse to let the old me go.
And today I am told,
What was there you want back.
But guess what?
What you believed had been my loss?
In your absence I had a lot to gain.
What it is you bring to me now to offer,
Comes too little with too much too late.
Leftovers I don't eat.
Nor do I wish to be teased,
By something I no longer crave.