Imaginary Conversations at 3 a.m.
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 me,
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.
our dreams.
our fears.
We would explore and get to know one another
all over again.
We would clear the air, laugh and hug.
And forgive.
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.
Comments
Oh, Ginny, this is so poignant. Knowing what you are writing about makes it all the more so. My thoughts are with you and I’ll write very soon. x
so many times!
frustratingly so!
I’ve done this a million times. Beautifully done. :) It’s so true.
Beautifully said Ginny and so true
Hi Ginny, my name is Andrew and I think that is the most incredibly heart-wrenching prose I have read for a long time. I won’t pry, but it sounds like this is something you have been wanting to say for a long time. Good for you. You said AND you published it. This is beautiful piece of art.
Well crafted…
Spontaneity is better than all that we could ever rehearse… in order to clear the air on any subject. Such a beautifully written piece! Nice job!
You have expressed it perfectly.
Wow. beautiful……and food for thought. Thank you Ginny. xx
Knowing the story behind these words of which you so delicately express.
Thanks, Denny. I have grown a bit since I wrote that, however, and no longer feel the need to explain myself to anyone. Things are fine, just as they are.
– Ginny Schmidt