A good friend told me,
It's never too late.
To right the wrongs,
To change our fate.

I've always been cursed,
With such a bad memory.
But the one thing I know,
Is how hurt you must be.

Or perhaps that's not right,
Maybe it's not true.
Time heals wounds,
But has it healed you?

Perhaps you're still waiting,
For the one thing I never said.
Those two words, forgive me,
Sound so small in my head.

You gave me so many chances,
Opportunities to make it right.
But the only time I dare to think of it
Is alone, at the dead of night.

But recently it's hit me,
A little more each day.
But I don't know if I can change it,
I don't know what to say.

I guess I'll just remain cryptic,
For the time being, at least.
So I can summon up that courage,
Face the demons, face this beast.

You're such a good person,
Pretty, and very smart.
And although sorry isn't enough,
It's a damn good place to start.

So prove my dear friend right,
Tell me it's not too late.
For there's nothing I regret more,
Than losing you, to this date.