Too Late

"I'm late, I'm late

As he glances at his gold watch

Shaking his head in disbelief

"I blew it...God, I hope not", he muttered.

Somewhere between having hope and losing faith. Approaching his destination, the debate on his shoulders seized.

His heart drumming faster

Time began to tick louder

He rushes into the lobby

Concierge tries to greet him

"Good evening s-ir, hh- how."

"I'm late, I'm late," he says quickly.

A beam of light

Lit his path

Guiding him to a grand staircase

Trimmed in rose gold

His hasty pace

Came to a halt

Eyes slowly climbing the white steps

Overwhelmed

Yet

Admiring the beauty

He notices a rose

In the railing

Attached to it a note

He smiles

As he approaches

Not knowing what awaits

Exhaling

His soul crept out

Hands shaken

Heart frozen

Eyes sunken

It read

"I waited."