.

I'm too late.
I can't change this path we've wandered,
nor can ignore where we are.
And I wouldn't want to.
The language as it slides past my lips and hits the floor like concrete
leaves little more than a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue.
but I don't regret it.
Regrets are useless,
they remind me of paths I would have traveled,
lives I could have had
things I shouldn't have said
but then what?
Exactly.
Useless.
This extravagant road we took to get here
only made us later.
Your regret clinging to my heels
It slowly creeps up my leg
Waiting for me to stumble.
I stare directly as I fall

Like I said.
I'm too late.