Tales Of A Wife: Eleven (11) Poem by Vincent Onyeche

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
No lie we really were suit and tie.

Questions asked years ago; today ten
Just got solved; wish I had a clue then
To know the number next after ten
Is doubled, always together: I and Ann…

I just wish I could dial
A number before I die
To resay words that weren’t white-lie
The lips may not say; the heart never lie.

It was Friday night, a drink and Ann questions
What are your long and short term goals?
I wrapped it all off without her in situations
She smiled: guessed right, wrong answers.

I just wish I dialed
Anns’ number before love died
To rephrase words that made her smile depressed
Teamwork makes the dream work; I would have said.