Too Late

I listened to your stories;
I believed you when you lied.
Why is it, then, you turned your back
The first time I had cried?

You called me when you needed me;
When no one else was home.
Why is it, now, when Friday comes,
I find myself alone?

You chased me when you found
That you were left behind.
Your speed may win the race,
But you have no ties to bind.

I've fallen for another
Who doesn't find me strange at all.
Why is it, then, you are surprised
When I'm not home to take your call?

As irony prevails, you see,
You fell in love too late for me.

© 1999, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp