(for Peggy, Lisa and Rich, Philip, and Steven)
Perhaps I should have said it just between The wine and grace, the wishing and the blessing. That was the time for words, when the scene Had just begun, before we passed the dressing, Before the knife cut deep into the breast, I might have paused, looked up and all around Into the eyes of each of them. A jest Came easier, wit tossed into the sound And lost. Between the stuffing and the pie Was yet another quiet moment when I could have told them all. Instead I sighed And let it pass. Just once before the end
I should have cried: “Listen. Before you go, I love you. I just wanted you to know.”
Pete died recently.