Ricci Schwarzler - Late

Too late,

You’re always late,

Its late,

I’m late,

Too late…again.

Lateness is only as good as someone else’s ‘on timeness’. If they were late they might not know I was late. If they are on time then they will definitely know I was late.

So when you come from a family with no emotional intelligence and it really is too late to tell one of them that you love them, then it is too late.

It’s done, it’s dusted, there are no other opportunities. Bad luck, tough luck.

So it was as I lay in the hospital bed. My father at my bedside. Crying, sobbing, not expecting to outlive me. I could feel his grief, his helplessness. He knew he had made us a cold, hard family. Sans compassion, sans support, sans love.

He tried to speak. I was waiting for him to say ‘I love you son’. But it didn’t matter. I was already dead and he knew it.

He was too late.