Blank Pages

I should have
written sooner posting
those words going round and around
inside my head.

I wanted to tell you  often, how sad and depressed I was
at not seeing you this time.
How  I felt your
distance far more than
those footsteps, that had came between
us.

I hated you felt the need to go
choosing to fight for what
meant, nothing to me.
Time taught me
how cruel my stance
– how ignorant my lack
of reasoned understanding.

Closing this letter, I can taste
the malignant saliva of my
haste.
Would that I could, turn back those last remaining
images, instead

I trespass stupidly amid
the fragments of a dead man’s
remains.
Dark is the blue that should have marked
those white
empty pages and yes, it is, all too late as finally

I realise
I should have written sooner.