It is often when people are gone,
That we realise how was our bond.
Sparks of rage and moments that were tender.
Looking back we realise too late, our blunders.
Naive fights and disagreements that still held on to the hopes of settlement,
Now stuck in head like time and people lost.
For some of us,
It's already too late;
Chances missed, people gone, lost with age.
So act on it now,
Apologies. Conversations. Confessions, all long due;
Because sometimes, time is up while there is still so much left to do.