Too late . . .
you realized that you couldn’t stop thinking about me,
that I was Heaven-sent,
that what we had was special.
Too late . . .
you realized what a terrible mistake you had made,
that we had it all in Virginia,
that even your dream job would be meaningless without me.
Too late . . .
you realized healing me would be painful,
earning another chance would take work,
and breaking me forever changed the woman I am.
Too late . . .
you will realize there are consequences for your actions,
some wrongs can’t be made right,
and that I meant it when I said, “this is your last chance.”
Too late.