Too Late For Words Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

You could have told me what you wanted.
You could have told me what made you mad.
You could have told me how I've failed you.
You could have saved the love we had.
It's too late now. It's too late for words.

It was a shock but looking back I see
That you were just pretending and avoiding me.
Your ‘when’ and ‘how’ and ‘why' ’s aren't my concern.
From other lovers the truth we'll learn.
It's too late now. It's too late for words.

I know…
We knew each other's thoughts
while high on hot romance
So if I really loved you
I'd have known by look, by stance
all that was too obvious for comment,
so blatant at a glance.
And so you held your silence.
You had your chance.

I'll keep my comments to myself
It doesn't matter any more
Cause I don't want to hear it now.
You'll learn what words are for.
It's too late now. It's too late for words.
It's too late now. It's too late for words.