i meant to say…
i remember the touch of your hand,
your melodic laughter at little things.
you left the convent, I left the seminary,
our common experience in different lights.
i meant to say…
that day we explored the museum in LA
left me in awe of you, my private docent amid the masters,
vibrant colors, muted whispers, and you
dwelt amid a world I’d never imagined.
i meant to say…
i was in love with you,
but you were not with me.
i meant to say…
your kindness, your goodness, your gift
of letting go freed me to meet
the one I love and who loves me.
so…
now i say…
thank you
for our time together,
and for my life after that.
—Terry Redman
My card says, “Mystery Fan, Bibliophile, Writer, Raconteur.” I have published in non-fiction, fiction and poetry. My current interests are creative blank verse and reading suspense or non-fiction. You can find my works on my blog and at Facebook. Drop by and have a cup of coffee.