Wash Your Own Plate

Too little Too late The heat of it has gone. The passion and desire... Once on fire, Has moved on! I tried to warn you, The flicker was fast fading. But you dismissed this As a need for space and distance. And my words you spent time evading! Too little Too late For fresh scramble eggs, With bacon and pancakes! Or a taste of coffee To sip between us two. I will remember these kitchen visits... But nothing else will do. After learning how your weaknesses, Lead you to screw someone new! Too little, Too late! I'm full of what I've eaten... It's time to wash your own plate!