01
Late
I only stand here now,
in this small crossing of lives,
aware that I am late,
but not lost.
Because something in me
recognized something in you
as if the universe,
despite its endless distance,
still knew how to bend
two separate paths
into a single moment.
02
Too Late
You resist,
but you will remember me
with each fallen leaf,
each brittle crack beneath your feet.
You will see me in the dying light,
in the shadows that stretch too long,
and you will wish
you had held on tighter.