Too Late

[Dark_Einstein]

I enjoyed it all too late.
There was a gasp and then nothing.
People brushed past,
A tumbling of produce in plastic bags;
A whistle in the wind.

I remembered my first kiss
as the sky fell on to me. There were glances
And birds in trees.
No-one screamed.

Regrets jumped from my shoulders.
People brushed back,
Then stared in suspension.
They were looking at me.

There was no curtain call.
Just a long caine and shying audience.

That's not all, one more thing.
As last thoughts go,
Mine was of you.