Is it too late
to write a first date
that went great,
without a face
to go with
that shadow figure?

Is it too late
to see the dream
that I am chasing
and actually catch
her?

Is it too late
to wake in fear,
facing tears
of familiar aches,
were loneliness
takes my dry eyes
and turns them wet,
only to turn my head
and find my beloved
lying next to me
in our shared bed?

Is it too late
to activate
the dream state
that elevates
all past hate
and into
a better world
to view,
a place where
I am able to
hold on to
hope?

I fear that I know
it is to late
for me to believe
that some love is
coming for me.