Granda
Too many unspoken words
Too little time I spent with you
Too many things I didn’t know
Parts of you I never knew
Now it’s too late to say ‘what if’
Too late to tell you how I feel
The irony of life is this
It’s when it’s gone, you know it’s real.
poem by Justin Robert Cooper
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