Too late 

 I’m late...too late.  To see your glance
 Within the crowd of gray striped vested trees,
 And brown baggers and brief-casers. 
 Returning from six o’clock whistle blows.
 Following your footsteps away, I stood...
 And watch you disappeared within 
 Time’s immersing chaos - one second - Gone. 

 I’m late...too late.  To hear your cries,
 Within my misty night’s tears.   Overcame
 By synthetic choo choo’ings and cranky
 Motorby’s...on slippery cement pavements
 Glistened with night’s tears.  I only
 Heard silence, so I stood...
 And heard your voice disappeared within
 Time’s silent sorrows – one hour – Gone. 

 I’m late...too late.   To see your smiles,
 Within tomorrow’s promises.  Unbroken,
 Uttering vows, as you shall exist within
 His world.  Forever your smiles be 
 His, within the bands of promise...
 As I Stood by...only to see your smiles
 Disappear into his eyes, within
 Time’s broken dreams... one day – Gone.. 

 I’m late...too late.  To feel  your rhythm 
 Of new life manifest, through newborn
 Eyes.  Shared joy through your own, 
 A rejuvenation, He thus called Yours.
 Only Your own. With infinite roads, Your
 Love shall Begin...while I stood by:
 Only to feel Yours, not Mine,
 disappeared within Time’s
 Imagined yearnings...one year – Gone. 

 I’m late...too late.   To look at your love,
 Through these years I’d been without:
 On broken paths, my travels astrayed.
 Regretting all lifetimes, on lonely
 circles.   Returning.  Without you. 
 While I stood by:
 Only to look at your smiles disappeared
 Within Time’s lost moments, 
             One lifetime – gone.