To Late To Love

The smell of your hair,
the sound of your voice,
the color in your eyes,
and the love in your heart.

Those are the things
I remember of you.

The way you understand me,
how you’d comfort me,
and made me feel,
I remember.

You loved me the way a mother loved her child,
but I didn’t know.
I loved you the way you wanted to.
We both didn’t know.
Until those love letters fell out
after all those years.

I found out it was you
but it’s to late now.
I can’t have you
and you can’t have me.