Suddenly I knew her
As one of my blood
When from her death bed
She cried aloud
'I want to be free'.
It was too late
For me and her
Time had ran out for us
I could have
I didn't, I'm sorry.
Regrets are to be borne
I knew it was futile
I lacked courage
But I could have told her
Of my love and understanding.
Would it have made it better?
I don't know, I'll never know
But I should have.
Regrets I have now
She's gone
All the unsaid words
All the untold thoughts
It is too late.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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