from the notebook

Maybe?

on regret arriving just before it's too late to matter

Maybe this is the last Of us together, And we'll meet again Next to never.

Maybe we'll walk Different ways, And never talk For countless days.

Maybe we'll move Much too far, And see each other only Among the stars.

Maybe I was Out of my mind, And should have been A little more kind.

Maybe I came Just too late, And lost my love To fear and hate.

Maybe you won't Believe me, And you'll still choose To leave me.

Maybe this is What I want to say: If it's still possible, Please stay.

Stay, stay for me, And I'll give you my all. Stay, because this might be Our very last fall.