YOUR LETTER TO COME LATER

Been late for my life, my love,
Only memories left of our great love,
Years have passed and it is too late,
Will fate or maybe yours mine
Or is this life of ours, both defended,
The one day just said, it's over.
Not look guilty, it was us.
What we did not realize, what we lost.
Today only the scent of the flower,
When passing the spring will wither,
As so often, waiting for another cycle.
Same as today.
Do not despair all returns, as these letters,
Coming and going constantly, until one day,
It appeared the postman, and stare at that mailbox.
Days passed years, a lifetime,
And now you've had your letter,
It's too late.

  JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA