Poem rant... Don't get it? Neither do I....

Words unsaid in a distant past,
Is it too late now, would it matter,
Things undone in memory,
Like a book with missing pages.

All I have is this here and now,
No rhyme no rhythm no reason,
Like a song I wrote on a wall somewhere,
Faded in the sands of time.

Maybe I'll wake tomorrow,
And I will see something new,
Maybe this chapter will be complete,
The words, they belong to you.