What Comes Late Poem by Patti Masterman

What Comes Late

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What comes late,
What comes soon
In dreaded syllables
To make us swoon?

What comes never,
But the moon-
Shines far away;
Midnight or noon.

What comes to me,
Then comes to you,
Worn out anew;
Both false and true.

What's in the mirror,
But half of one?
Who breaks apart
When silence come.

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