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Too Late
by Amanda J Cobb
Why did you do it?
That's what I can't understand,
hard as I try.
How could death
seem a better choice
than living the rest of your life,
a life so full of possibilities?
How could that noose
have seemed a better friend
than me,
than anyone close to you?
Why didn't you come to me,
talk to me about
whatever was driving you over the edge?
Why didn't I see it killing you,
or sense that something was wrong?
How could I not take the hints,
overlooking it when you failed
to say "see you later,"
or when nothing excited you anymore?
Why did I never take the chance
and tell you how I felt,
that I did care about you,
that I would mind
if I never saw you again?
But I guess it's too late for questions now. 07/09/2000 Posted on 09/22/2001
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