Always Late 
I miss your eyes   
Your smile, your voice, your face   
None of which I've ever seen   
Or heard for real   

I miss those words   
You said that made   
Me hope and dream   
And laugh and beam   

But now you seem   
So far away, look -   
Even further than you were   
Before. We could have met   

And you were there on time   
But I was late   
So now you're gone   
And I can only hate   

Myself for being once   
Too many late

August 23, 1997
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