I ended conversations
with "see you later"
because goodbye was too final.
There was always tomorrow;
there would always be
second chances
until time ran out.
So many unanswered questions
and unvoiced thoughts.
So many things to tell you,
but I threw away every opportunity.
I can't take back
the words I never said.
I wish I had known the end was near;
I wish I could have said "goodbye",
if nothing else.
I whisper into the shadows;
it seems I'm talking to myself
because you can
no longer hear me.
It's too late to let you know
how much I loved you.