Abbie's poem is only two lines long, but it holds a whole story of missed timing. In the first line, the speaker reaches a moment of real need and finds that the other person isn't there. In the second, the situation flips: when that person finally wants the speaker, the speaker has already gone. Neither one shows up when the other needs them, and the title, "too late," sums up the result.
The speaker sounds hurt but also settled. There's no shouting or begging, just a flat, matter-of-fact tone, and the repeated word "exact" makes the timing feel almost cruel, as if the two of them were always one step out of sync. The second line suggests the speaker may have left because of that earlier absence, though the poem leaves this unsaid. The mood is quiet and wistful, with a little bitterness underneath. It reads like the end of a relationship, where the chance to meet has passed for good.