Now.

You realise it, now?

 When the perfect sized ring,

 loosens in my finger, 

when the words that used to sing,

no longer linger. 

You realise it, now?

 When the wood coffins,

 Are used to the rain, 

Had lost the counts of your sins,

 And survived the pain. 

Now. 

When everything is over,

 Even my tolerance,

 When my mind is no more sober,

 And finds death as solace. 

Only if you had realised it before, 

My ashes won’t be floating on unwanted shores, 

And We could have.

 I could have. 

Lived. More.