Too little too late

In the stillness of the night, Whispers of regret linger, Echoes of words left unsaid, Too little, too late. The weight of missed chances, Heavy on weary shoulders, Time slips through trembling fingers, Fleeting moments lost to the wind. A heart once full of hope, Now aching with sorrow, Tears fall like raindrops, Washing away the remnants of what could have been. Too little, too late, A bitter truth that cuts deep, Leaving scars that may never fade, A haunting melody of what-might-have-been. But in the silence of the night, A flicker of resilience remains, A whisper of forgiveness, A glimmer of hope for a new dawn.