inadequate

it is never too late

to start another

chapter

to fill the creases and corners

with unspoken words.

bulging,

fulminating,

out of every which way

like bursting flakes

of glitter confetti

from a party popper.

it is never too late

to make the

right mistakes

at the sacrifice

of your desires.

trying

and trying again,

like bright smudges of lipstick

imprinted on

unpigmented tissue cloth.

irreversible

and unalterable.

but no matter the

memories that have been made,

the secrets that had slipped in between,

the sugar coated smiles and

last minute gifts

there is nothing,

nothing in this world

that can bring back

the old,

unabridged version

of you.