There is a challenge to trying to distill something to its absolute minimum. A lot of contests on the ALL Poetry site are subtitled "Brevity", with a word or line limit, and often a prompt of words or an image.

This one interested me - the line limit was 6, the prompt was "Time To Say Goodbye." 

I knew exactly what I had to write, those last few moments I had with Juliet. We spoke a little while I ordered an ambulance, she was awake, but with little energy; She'd answer when I asked a question but otherwise sat breathing shallowly, until in the end she didn't. My only regret is that I didn't tell her I loved her at that particular moment in time because I was talking to the people on the emergency line. And then it turned out to be far too late.

Brevity made it simple, I managed my 6 lines, and even managed to make it rhyme.

Goodbye, beloved, I love you still, but it's now Far Too Late. But twice a day for about 44 years adds up to over 30,000 times that I did tell you.