Perhaps a moment too late

Across the room you drew my gaze

Yet there was something I could see

A touch of life, a touch of death

That hint of love, that hint of hate

That which I am addicted to

Plus madness and a thrilling chase

Yet it is not I who holds your gaze

Not I, who occupies your thoughts

No romance, Zero Love. Just Friends.

With a bitter sigh, I laughed

Held hands for a time

Knowing you would never be mine

Thinking I may have met you,

Perhaps a moment too late.