Now it’s far too late. Farewell. Because I love you very much!
But no more rash elaboration.
My cheeks have grown too sallow.
And it’s already too late. The whole lot.
The day. The night. And me. And you.
The smile that came too late
Spilt in grief from the vessels
Of your gaze….
A sterile evening!
My heart expected no secret.
Not now either in this bloodless evening –
But its pallor is unending!
I understand. I know. There’s no secret.
It’s already far too late