What Did You Forget to Say?

Sad how you find the perfect thing to say,
When it's far too late.
Where it haunts you during the day,
And you start to contemplate,
Turning back time so you have your way.

Well, it's sadder when it's impossible;
When you realize you don't have that chance.
Sometimes it gets so stressful,
When you seep into a trance,
Just wishing to go back, but you're not able.

We're all sad, or will be sad,
When it hits us, all the things we never said.
We'll get so mad,
Break down crying when we snap the thread;
It'll get so bad.

Never commented on her gardening;
Didn't think much of the creative gifts;
Didn't praise her for her bargaining,
Or keep her company on night shifts;
Never spoke about her perfect targeting.

It's everything that counts when it's too late,
Even the simple songs that you sung together.
You can't think straight,
Because you're tied around "forever",
And how "forever" couldn't wait.

You forgot to say it was the best damn jam,
That you ever had.
Forgot to tell her you enjoy holding her hand,
And that she's pretty, even when she's sad,
Oh, and that you really do give a damn.

One day you forgot to apologize,
And it slipped from your mind.
Now that it's too late, you realize,
That she was the nicest person you could ever find,
With the prettiest eyes.

You admired her perfect tan and perfect face,
You just loved her green thumb.
Always thought she belonged to a gracious place,
But thought that it sounded dumb,
So you never told her she was beauty's grace.

Cried the whole night through when you couldn't make her smile,
So mad at yourself and the world.
Sometimes you thought you weren't "worth the while",
Cause she was such a pretty girl,
When really, you never cramped her style.

You missed an "I love you",
When you walked out the door.
Now you don't know what to do,
Cause there's nothing you can say to her anymore,
Sad thought, but it's true.

Sad how you find the perfect thing to say,
When it's far too late.
And you just can't go back to that one day,
And tell her to wait,
Because you have something you just have to say.

Sarah Gammon ©
26/04/06

-My aunt died this past weekend. I wrote this about her, and I hope to read it at her ceremony.
Thanks for reading.