Too Little, Too Late

There was a time
when he would have stopped
everything
to talk with her;
the sun and moon and stars
would wait for her,
but then the day came
when silence was all
she got back
and she waited her turn
but it never came
because she had held too tightly
to her words
and they had lost
their significance
in the emergencies
of life
for the siren
of her being
to be heard.

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