And Too Late Now.. Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

The sky blue pink of day slowly devoured by twilight
reducing everything it touched to diluted sepia.
The vibrant green of the distant hills stolen and replaced with
sombre grey.
Alone he stood watching silently,
his weathered hand slowly smoothing his thining hair.
He thought with pain, of the times she would weave her slender fingers
through his untameable mane
and she smiled at his inscrutable face.
Regret overwhelmed him as he knew he should have returned her smile,
joined her in the joy of love expressed, but that was then....
and too late now.
As the sun sank into oblivion, kissing the sky farewell until morning,
he touched his lips, now cold, cracked and unused
and prayed to feel the warmth of her mouth
as she so often planted a sweet, fragrant kiss on his cheek.
So simple, so caring, so constant
A lifetime of loving shared, yet few words spoken.
He hoped that love would be recognised without great
displays of emotion,
yet, whilst he knew her unwavering devotion,
he felt now,
at this final moment,
that his words should have been clearer,
warmer,
honeyed.
As he held the cold, steely urn which was all that remained of his
darling girl,
he felt a tear, slowly meander down his face
and he knew his heart was irrevocably broken
and that no words
could bring her home.
Words left sadly, mute and unspoken
...and too late now