I'm always wishing too late

I can feel the lump forming in my throat
As I try to choke back the tears.
But they are there.
Welling up and burning my eyes.
This old familiar feeling.
I know it too well.
I want to turn away
But instead I sit quietly and listen.
Listen to every word you have to say.
I want to hide from the anger and the sadness I can feel boiling up inside me.
But instead, I push everything down.
I listen..
You say..
It isn't you.
It's me.
You say..
It just isn't working anymore.
You say..
We've grown apart.
You say..
That even if you had never met her, all of this was bound to happen.
You say..
We just aren't the same two people we once were.
You say..
You still love me and always will.
So this is how it ends.
These are the final words used to bring this all to a close.
There is no dramatic music or applause or standing ovation.
It just is, what it is.
This isn't how I saw this happening.
But then again, I never really saw this happening.
I didn't think we could co-exist without being together.
If I could take it all back to make it so we never met at all
I wouldn't.
Not even for a moment.