Too Late - Caroline Lavelle

I knew you could not forget me

Couldn’t if you tried

You’d spoken truth on Upper Street:

I was your soul and you were mine

But the fire was too hot for you

And you took your burned hand away

And gave it to an ordinary love

To soothe it every day:

And now you come to me too late, too late

And now you come to me too late

Where there were no barriers

You’ve grown up ghosts between us now;

Their cold fingers pull me back —

They hunt my courage down

And now you come to me too late

You sold your lovely soul while I never found the one

Who had the currency for mine

And now you come to me too late