Keepsake

It's still too early.
Yet far too late.
I have waited too long to hesitate.

Your eyes can only see.
The pain and hurt that you've caused not only me.

But the others who tried to be
As close to you
As a bird is free.

Although now the flowers bloom
You seem too far away.
And yet you arrive too soon.

To walk a path
Shrouded in dark hope.
I should have known
That the winds of change would have blown.

And now I can see the broken branches.

And now no-one will remember.
The hidden heart so tender.

I tried to climb
The mountains high
I tried too hard.
I was too alone.
But before the ice
There must always be water.
But warm truth did not suffice.
And so all you touched
You slaughtered.
I couldn't hear
The advice.
So I slipped on the past.
And I vanished so fast.
That you could have sworn
That there was no-one there
To pay the price.