Late

As i stare through my window,
I see you,
The whole you,
Like a hologram, looking back at me,
Was it real?

Let the question to hold,
on the other side,
You did ask the same thing,
Was she real?
Was the thing you've felt is real?
But you just denied,
Literally spare it, let it flew away,
For youth has more to bring.

Ones loss, surely a defeat,
As you regret to your last heartbeat,
To not be with the one you thought to be with,
No point of regret,
As  it is too late.

P/S: To takers, you may wanna cheer your victories. To loser, spare your tears and start paving your new paths.