Too late

I finally figured out what i should have done. An hour late. Whenever it hit me, everything went numb. I couldn't hear anything. It was just me and my thoughts. This thought, of what I should have done. I felt like somebody had just punched me in the gut. I could kick myself for not thinking of it an hour earlier. So I sat there, mesmerized by this idea. And how if the situation ever arose again, I would certainly not think twice about it. When the situation first arose, I was a little surprised. It all happened so fast. I sat there in my silence, wondering what just happened. And I didn't feel bad about the decision I had made. Until an hour later when what I should have done finally came to me. What I should have done, was gone after her. Called her name from down the hallway, ran up to her and asked if she was alright. Given her a hug and offered to go with her. She would have thought so much more of me. So all this came to me an hour late. And now I hated myself for not thinking of it sooner. Too late.