Better Late Than Never

Sit still and watch the lights of this city scape streak by in straight lines and record time.
I hadn't thought of this picture...and thought is all I have to miss of her.
I remember those times that I opened my mouth in hope of saying something clever.
To think I haven't cared that much about what I've said in years...stepped out on the sidewalk.
Ten paces across the parking lot.
And through the hallway.
Pull the door and enter.
We pay with faced paper.
I remember I thought...don't act so interested, I'm not so interesting.
And maybe I'll call, it's better late than never.
I promise I'll call, it's better late than never