Tuesday Poem: What I Meant to Say

What I meant to say is that love is not enough sometimes, that love can be illogical & childish, choosing the wrong people to yoke together. Perhaps in another life, in another place & time, this affection will flourish into a garden-sized family tree. Perhaps in another life, kisses would suffice to put periods on life drama. Perhaps in another life, we can let ourselves fall in love across the differences of age, we could keep our smiles & ask them to keep their scowls. We could live in a world furnished to keep people out & pray for long life and a smidgen of prosperity, wanderlust and laughter, that when our bodies bend & skins wrinkle, our libido would remain forthright. What I meant to say is that goodbyes can be tentative. Tomorrow is not assured, ask the weather man or the Ifa Priest. What I meant to say is that you should have asked what I meant to say & not kill a banter on a treadmill with a flutter of quick words. The ceiling could bear witness to my heavy heart that night, your choices put me on a crossroad & your quick anger set a fire to my resolve to not say what I meant to say.