Too Late

I saw you perform

and I wanted to tell you

how amazing you sounded

how at peace you looked

how your music made me feel

but I didn’t.

 

I saw your binder

and I wanted to tell you

how wonderful it was

you could finally show

a piece of who you really were

but I didn’t

 

I saw you with the wires

and I wanted to tell you

how beautiful

those copper flowers were

how beautiful you were

but I didn’t

 

I saw your scars

and I wanted to tell you

I saw them

in a way, I understood

in a way, I would be there

but I didn’t

 

I heard them call you the wrong name

again.

and I wanted to tell them they were wrong

that you were so strong, so brave

they couldn’t possibly comprehend

but I didn’t

 

I observed these things

and I wanted to approach you

but I didn’t

It would be an intrusion, I said

what do I know about his journey?

but I was really just afraid

 

I read your poem today

and I wanted to tell you

I’m sorry

I never told you

what an inspiration you are to me

I wanted to tell you

but I couldn’t

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