Late

It’s never good to be late.
Late means overdue
supposed to happen before but
showing up when
you’ve missed the chance
lost the moment
you once had. You’re late.
I’m late. And scared. And alone.
Without even the promise
of five minutes of your time
to keep me warm in the dark.

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