"Please Come Late" by, Hugo Williams

    I wonder; what creates a sense of connectivity? Maybe a distant memory,or maybe even a shared experience. Memory is a funny thing, along with the human mind. The human body, being united as one yet being so independent in it's own. The heart and mind, connected, but dysfunctional in the same. You may think and find yourself wondering, but it's once you start to feel that things turn for the worse.
    "Make me suffer, wondering what you are doing on the other side of town ..." (Williams 55). Why? Why suffer and physically cause harm to yourself? It's simple; love. The things people put themselves through for the sake of love is actually quite remarkable. Every individual has gone through a break up, especially heart break. We fall into people, not knowing exactly how fast we are falling, until it's too late and no one is there to catch you except the cold reality that no one was ever truly there.
    We think to ourselves, "what did I do?", "where did it all go wrong?". Every possible scenario comes to mind once faced with this reality. The thought of cheating, the thought of them reminiscing about the good times, and then the thought of all that was lost. What happened for one to think "please come late"? Being late refers to a change in time, thankfully, time heals. In time, memories fade, feelings weaken, but the pain still lingers as if it were only there to taunt you in your weakest hours.
    Why would someone want to give up? Possibly because they have wasted too many hours, and tears on someone, knowing that the person will never return. Why would someone want to know if they are remembered by the little things, by the person that hurt them? Maybe because the thought of the other individual missing you leaves a sense of hope. Lastly, how can one finally admit to themselves that there is nothing left? Is it because they want to be shut out, or because they want to avoid any more hurt that comes along with love?
    Readers, no matter how old they may be, will connect to this poem. Every person will eventually come in contact with heart break, but it is how each person copes with it that makes there own story something of it's own. Although it may hurt, I would much rather someone come late, than never come at all.