Am I Just Too Late? - Poem by Barbara Haskell
I these last 11 years,
since we have been apart,
my heart and soul have been so lost.
I feel like an old sweater,
deep in the lost and found bin,
waiting and waiting to find you,
so I can make you warm again.
Each attempt to find you
was another loss for me.
Do you know how many crowds
I have been alone in?
Everyone sees my outer shell
and thinks it's all of me,
but you know me, if you saw,
I think you'd be in awe.
You'd realize, yes, I hurt you,
but I also hurt me.
In the last 11 years,
I have always kept you within me,
through a little laughter
and through many tears.
The laughter came about
when I watched the home movies,
recorded in my mind.
Movies of you and I,
classics, that's what they are.
Now, I have finally located where you are
and that brings me a small measure of peace.
Your friend was right, I can finish sentences for you,
as well as you finish them for me.
Jack, you are my soulmate,
the love of my life,
please tell me,
am I just too late?
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