a little late for us - rico | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

nocturne raptor Sep 13, 2024, 6:09 PM

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*It's a little late for us, isn't it?
The glasses on the table are already empty
I don't feel your body anymore
Your heart doesn't feel the same.

Time passed, and it didn't even notice
Promises were made
And today they are broken and empty
The love we swore to each other
Was just a blossoming spring tree
That shed its petals in the fall
And now, darling, it's a little late for us
A little late to love
A little late to be loved
A little late to plant new trees
A little late to say things
That we both wanted to hear
My dear... I think loving is about not speaking
It's a sin we committed
And we can't undo
Because it's already too late
For redemption.

The hands that once held each other are now distant
The smiles and happy moments are just distant memories of our hearts
Memories so sweet...
That the heart keeps them
And hides deep in the soul
So they won't be remembered
Because for those who were once very happy
It hurts to remember they never will be again.

Sweet heart, subject to rebellion
Would I say of you that you lived only a grain?
The sand doesn't dissolve under the waves of the sea
You didn't dissolve when my heart loved you
You don't say "I love you" without trembling
Nor a poem without remembering
The day passed, and time didn't even care
Because I remembered, at dawn
You weren't there
It was already too late for my alarm to ring
And for me to say "I love you"
In an attempt to make you stay.*

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a little late for us - rico

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grave drift Sep 13, 2024, 8:51 PM

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Oh my God, this poem has such a melancholic and deep atmosphere, filled with a sense of regret and lost time. From the first verse:

It's a little late for us, isn't it?

you can feel the sadness of the end of a relationship, but it’s like the relationship didn’t end abruptly. Instead, it was a slow decline, a kind of wear and tear that the speaker and their lover didn’t notice until, by the time they realized, it was too late to salvage what was lost. The image of the empty glasses brings a feeling that their love has already run dry, like it slowly emptied without anyone noticing, and all that’s left are the remnants of a love that was once beautiful and full of life. That first stanza really hits hard—it’s almost like we’re living through that moment with the speaker.

The love we swore to each other
Was just a blossoming spring tree
That shed its petals in the fall
And now, darling, it's a little late for us
A little late to love
A little late to be loved
A little late to plant new trees
A little late to say things
That we both wanted to hear

This part hits the hardest. The image of love as a spring tree blossoming, only to lose its petals, reinforces the idea of a love that faded with time. It’s beautiful and sad at the same time, showing that even though there was beauty in the love, it was destined to end. The repetition of “a

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little late to” builds a sense of desperation and anxiety that grows with each line. It feels like the speaker is trying to hold on to any bit of hope in this love, grasping at past moments—loving, being loved, planting new things—in an attempt to revive what’s already been lost.
My dear... I think loving is about not speaking
It's a sin we committed

This part about sin suggests that the biggest mistake in their love was speaking too much, making promises they couldn’t keep. It’s like the love was based on false hopes, on expectations created by both, but those expectations never became reality, leading to disappointment on both

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sides. Sometimes, true love doesn’t need to be verbalized, especially not with false ideals, false promises made in the heat of the moment. True love is found in silence, in the unspoken, in actions that don’t need to be justified.
The ending, where the speaker acknowledges the end of the relationship, adds even more emotional weight. The speaker reflects on the happy moments, the hands that once held each other, and now those are just painful memories. That’s why they’re buried deep in the soul, because even though they were once so happy, it hurts too much to remember. It gives the feeling that they will never feel that kind of love again, as if no other love will be able to warm their heart. It’s a bittersweet blend of sweet memories and the sadness of the current reality. But even with the recognition of the relationship’s end, there’s not a full acceptance from the speaker:

It was already too late for my alarm to ring
And for me to say ‘I love you’
In an attempt to make you stay.

This final part shows the speaker’s frustration because it encapsulates the idea that they missed the last chance to fight for this love, to try and change the situation, to make the person stay, to say “I love you” in a way that might have made a difference (IT'S NEVER TOO LATE WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE).

The poem is amazing, as always. You can feel every piece of it, each verse echoes in the heart. You absolutely nailed it! SaberSaysPretty paptcry