Too Late

For me, it’s true

There’s going to be a time
when I’m going to tell you
that you loved me too late
After I drank all the Whiskey
on the top shelf
After I smashed each bottle
Waking up, to clean it up,
only to do it again

I ran dry
Dry of tears
Dry of words
Dry of Whiskey

I’ll move on
One day,
it’ll be too late
to love me

J. Saunders