Too Late the Lantern

Too Late the Lantern Why question my stillness, when you ignored my plea? When my silence screamed, you failed to truly see. You turned from the trembling that lived in my core, Now you seek comfort from a closed door. Why question the scars, when you dismissed the fray? When my spirit fractured, fading day by day. You watched me crumble, but never lent a hand, Now you trace the damage, as if you understand. Why question the chill, when you embraced the frost? When my warmth was offered, and utterly lost. You felt the coldness, yet stood so unconcerned, Now you shiver at the lessons fiercely learned. Why reach for my trust, now that my guard is high? When once it beckoned, beneath a hopeful sky. You come with solace, now that I've found my stride, But too late the hand that once was cast aside. Why seek my presence, after casting me away? When solitude became my only stay. You buried my worth beneath your careless stride, Now dig for embers where they used to hide. Why mourn the gulf you carved with every word? Each harsh dismissal, painfully inferred. Now you cry for bridges, reaching for the shore, But builders come too late to what's no more. So don't ask me now why I've chosen the night, When you dimmed the candle and scorned its fragile light. Don't seek my comfort when you witnessed my despair, You turned your back long before I ceased to care.