Wasn’t Told

I didn’t get the telegram

And after the last look I gave

When I was on top of the hill

About to go over

And never return

I caught your last glance

But it was too late

Buried in a box

My fate is sealed

Along with everything 

That was me

To you

Because I loved you

But you loved me too late

Now

I am dead

I am dead

© 2014 David Greg Harth

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