The Thing I Wanted Said

the thing i wanted said:

what can one remember of the talk it had? memory is much like a prancing, squirming beast, difficult to tame and not readily servile. only offering so much, was it hard for you, or easy? i know well part of what you meant, but now only a strip of information remains.

how much do you mean of it? was that what you wanted me to know?

well, said and meant, only one the thing i wanted said. after all, how much could i really say at the time? you'll work it out.

for now, i am backed into a corner by decisions i made long ago as a young man, and so indeed so much for destiny. fate distracted me. what sense i can make of it?

CLEARCHARGE