Too Late

You say you're sorry;

I can hear you

But I don't believe you.

If you were sorry

I would still be here.

It doesn't matter.

All you can do

Is stop and stare.

It's too late to apologize.


I wrote this poem without editing or thinking much about it. I felt so empty, and I just wrote whatever I felt like writing. But it doesn't mean it doesn't have a meaning.