About the Poem
I had been writing since childhood, but it wasn't until my second marriage that I started seeing my work published on a national level. An article here, another one there, never for very much money. But it helped instill some small confidence. I started to believe I actually had something to say, and maybe even the skill to say it.
A few years passed. Then my wife, the woman most responsible for helping me find the courage to submit my work, decided our marriage wasn't enough for her. She left me. For another.
And I discovered that all the words I thought I knew, and all the skills I thought I had, weren't enough.
What Else Can I Say?
|by Ron Carnell|
|I said I loved you, Darling,
And gave you all my heart.
Yet you chose to leave our love behind,
You chose for us to part.
What else can I say, My Love?
I know this language well.
Was it the words of love I spoke?
Or was it the words I didn't tell?
For if that's the way I failed,
And you chose to leave that day --
I'm sorry, My Love . . .
What else can I say?