Too Late

Those days I used to love so dear,
were of those we shared together.
Back then when you would stand,
waving to me from the other end.

You would have so much to say,
many times we'd laugh so gay!
I assumed we were both as true,
genuine even to our expressions too.

Yet only until today then I knew,
it was in bitter resentment that you grew.
Thought I read you like an open book,
Now I sense 'twas but exterior I took.