Too late.

What’s the point
In talking about
What if’s
And if only’s.
Missed chances
And golden opportunities.
Crying over
Spilt beans
Wondering,
What might have been.
All those years ago.
And now look at us.
Look how we drift
And drift till we become
Invisible
To each other.
What’s the point.
It’s too late anyway.
Too late to change anything.
Too late to do anything.
Too late to hope for anything.

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