Too Late

I don't know whether this is finished or not.  I like it just as it is, but it was meant to be the start of something longer.  What do you think?


All the things I never was
And all the lives I never led
Too late to live them when you're gone.
Too late to live them when you're dead.

One Day...

This is unfinished at the moment - something I scribbled down a few months ago, just before nodding off to sleep.

One day,

One of us will be

Alone – a

Single

Limb.

Solo drumstick,

Without its mate.

An empty, breathless bed,

Silence at the table.

Only memories for company.

Stretch out now and reach for warmth. 

Now.