Afterthought
Published in
Feb 28, 2019
As he walked away, his arms full of boxes and memories,
he stopped suddenly, turned around,
and said,
“I fell in love with you the first time that I heard you laugh.
Did I ever tell you that?”
There was no weeping
no gnashing of teeth.
There was only, “Be well” and “Goodbye”
and then, after he was gone,
a whisper into the silent air,
“No. Not once.
You never once told me that.”
© Tam Jackson 2019
