The Lament of Too Late [poem]

Got a bone in my throat
And a coin in my pocket
So many maybes turned into nevers
Too many good-byes and not enough tomorrows
And all this broken glass swept under the rug
And all these ashes left beneath my feet
Got my zipper caught on the teeth of your retreat
And I’m left treading water
But I don’t know how to swim
When will I learn that indecision leads to decisions
I’d rather not make
When will I learn to seize the golden thread of possibility
And never let go.

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