Youthful discretion (a poem)

Inspired by a photograph

She reminds me of someone I once knew
I don’t hear from her anymore
I guess I can’t blame her
I had my reasons
but they seem so frivolous now

It’s too late for everything
wishful thinking means nothing
second chances don’t exist
The walls are too high this time
and it’s the time that stings…

(23 January 2015)