There are so many things I could say to you,
so many things I should explain.
There are so many things that you ought to know
about the way things were.
I know just what to say, how I would say it,
how we would talk and cry
and share our feelings.
We would explore and get to know one another
all over again.
We would clear the air, laugh and hug.
But when we were together, so many things
got between us
to prevent any meaningful exchange:
People. The weather. Anything but …
God forbid, something real.
I know just what I should say to you
and how it would be said.
I’ve rehearsed it so, so many times.
I have had a thousand of these conversations
with you …
In my head.