too late for that

everything broke down that night

you left me in the park

chained up to the post while the seasons changed

thick snow piled high around my thinning frame.

this stake is driven deep into the soil

and cannot be removed

pulling muscles pulling thin

splitting skin and flowing blood

its late december and i am scared at night

no one visits no one even tries

only those that have to come visit in a professional manner

you left me.

you left me in the cold

you took all we were and threw it away

you threw me away like so much refuse.

easy as you like.

as the last weeks approach i resolve to remember

as the light fades i resolve not to forgive

where i once forgave you for your capriciousness

i condemn you for your callousness.

you left me. you won't see me again until i go into the ground.

by then its too late to tell you and to hear the excuses i no can no longer accept.

good bye.

live with your regrets

and eventually stop visiting my stone.