A Little Too Late

You called me on a Tuesday,

Three months after goodbye,

You said you missed the little things,

I said, “So did I.”

You asked if I was lonely,

I said, “Sometimes, I suppose,”

Then you asked if I still loved you.

I said,

“You already know.”

You’re a little too late,

darling, Just a little too late,

I waited by the telephone Until I learned to walk away.

You’re a little too late,

darling, And I wish it weren’t true,

But the girl who would’ve waited

Isn’t waiting for you.

I still have your old photograph,

Tucked inside a drawer,

But I don’t take it out

Like I used to anymore.

Maybe someday we’ll laugh about it,

Maybe we’ll even be friends,

But tonight I think we’re better off

Leaving it where it ends.

You’re a little too late,

darling,

And I’m finally okay,

Some loves don’t disappear— They simply learn to fade.

Goodnight.