~ A Little to Late

~ A Little to Late
Insensate boulder

Empty vase

Field void of flowers

Cracked, dry river bed;
Just a description,

Minimal description

Of the pieces of you remaining
And it saddened me

To know, you’d never known Love –

That ancient enigma 

We all seek, some never find:
And bitterness claims empty hearts

Walls rise higher and higher

And perchance Love arrives late in life

It goes unnoticed, so blinded the loveless.
O’Prunty ©



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