Trop Tard // Too Late By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
He has my heart,
But he barely has his own.
For this Halloween Eve is his second heart attack.
I sit in the corner and worsen my strep-infested throat by sobbing at the news.
"I can't lose the only person who has stepped up to be my dad" I pray.
Please don't let him be God's undeserving prey.
I call you-- not my best friend of seven years, not my close friend a few miles away, not my sorority sisters.
Six times to voicemail and suddenly I cannot even formulate words for lack of patience.
I need you, darling, but where have you been except somewhere letting me long for you?
Three hours too late, my screen lights up in what would have been excitement.
"At least I called, at least I listened, at least he's okay."
And if he wasn't?
You would have been nothing at all but three hours
too late.
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