Too Late

You look me up after all this time,

To tell me you have changed your mind.

You wish you had never let me go.

You went around the block & now you know

I’m the one that you want for life;

Your helpmate, your soulmate, your wife.

You confess all of this 15 years too late.

Trains do not come just because we wait.

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every saint has a past & every sinner has a future
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