You Cried Too Late for Me

Somewhere in between the living, we made a quiet break.
And time kept moving like it always does,
It never asked who it would leave behind.
You cried too late for me,
When the nights had turned to stone.
Every tear you're shedding now falls where I'm not home.
I would've answered every call,
I would've opened every door.
But you waited for the ending to be what you ignored.
I'm not angry, just tired of the distance we became.
If you ever feel me near you, say my name.
You cried too late for me, but I still hear you somehow.
In the quiet of forever, I feel it now.