And this is how the story goes, Fadó
this is how the story goes—
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late to love
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late
Years ago I had a boyfriend
Who wrote me slews and slews of love letters
he wrote me slews and slews of love letters
that I never opened,
I was way too busy for love
I was way too busy for love
so I never opened his love letters
and I threw his slews and slews of love letters
into an old shoebox which I labelled “later”
“later,” an old shoebox I labelled “later”
and then I put that shoebox labelled “later”
into another box, which I put into another box
which I then put into a trunk
which I put into storage in my parents’ barn
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late to love
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late
Thirty years passed
I moved back home to Calgary
and my Mum said: Get your shit out of our barn
so I did
and I opened the trunk
and inside the trunk I found a box
inside, another box
inside, a tattered old shoebox labelled “later”
“later,” the old shoebox labelled “later”
And I remembered later,
and I thought, now is “later,” now is “later”
and I opened the shoebox, I opened my heart
and I opened the letters and I opened my mind
and I took time
I finally took time, for love
slews and slews of love letters written to me
all those years before
I couldn’t believe my eyes
I didn’t know anyone ever loved me that much
and I thought of all the love
in all the shoeboxes, and such
So I looked up my old boyfriend on Facebook
and I got his number and I called him
and I thanked him for all his love letters
and we laughed and shared truth
and we promised to get together in the summer
for old times sake
for old times sake
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late to love
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late to love
Two weeks later, he died
and I was glad I had opened his letters
and finally took time to look inside
It’s never too late to love
It’s never too late for love
It’s never too late to love
It’s never too late
For forgiveness to find its nerve
©Sheri-D Wilson
The Book of Sensations (2017)
