I tend to be late –
but so do you –
late in saying something
like I love you
We both take our time
to let emotions seep
through thought –
before realization,
for verification
We seem to be
inevitably late
at alternating times,
hardly ever meeting
in mind, in love
Too late…
– Niebla
Too true and for Sunday Scribblings’ Late.
niebla | fog 
Oh, hope it’s not too late.
You did that decrescendo so well!
Lovely poem. I hope it isn’t too late either.
Ah, it sure seems like it works that way sometimes. Nicely written!
You hit on a common truism. Many find it hard to say I love you. I like the style and brevity in your poem.