She made many efforts to share; to express
and I wasn't a critical mate
but I never grasped at these moves, I confess;
I just listened like 'twas a mandate.
Reviewing my conduct's still painful today,
and my sorrow hits right to my core.
If I could go back; take one scene, it replay,
I would say, "tell me more! Tell me more!"
Her marriage frustration she oft' with me shared
and I'm sure I was being polite,
but when someone's soul in your presence, is bared
that's a gesture, so giving; not slight!
I ne'er interrupted or told her to hush;
never stated my int'rest was low.
But now, I do ask, why I, in didn't rush?
Her then, better I'd gotten to know?
She loved all those songs, which were written by Dwight
and she'd play them while she "did" her hair.
I recollect sadly, with vivid hindsight;
my reaction--one not showing care.
The prod for these tunes was the love (she found dear)
that had been shared 'tween Nancy and he.
She asked me to listen but I didn't hear;
and the loser was certainly me.
The message he sang; it came deep from his heart
and it touched her; too much to ignore!
But when, this she shared--I was nice; played the part
but I should've said, "please tell me more!"
I couldn't present her with gifts which impress,
and she sure never got wined and dined!
But I could've listened much more, I confess;
she invited me in--I declined!
I had little money, so low was my stash;
my expenses, I had to reduce.
But hearing the words of a friend, takes no cash.
Why I blew it, I have no excuse!
On many occasions, she honestly tried
to express who she was, what she felt.
I acted acceptably--can't be denied;
no rebuke stern, I need to be dealt.
But though my response was acceptable, fair
and my record's not one to deplore,
in many ways, I did the minimum, bare.
And I just should've said, "tell me more!"
She opened her world to me; opened it wide
and the Center Stage, it should've got.
But vast were the rivals; she got pushed aside.
Was that other stuff worth it? 'Fraid not!
I truly reacted as though there was none
of her story where probing was due.
This couple, it seemed, ne'er a more perfect one;
and I thought her, so fully, I knew!
And one day she told me a parting was nigh;
and that fate, I'd no hint was in store!
This deal was my fault, as now re'lize do I,
didn't bother to say, "tell me more!"
And not only did my shortsightedness cause
her to feel disappointed, I'm sure;
but I lost so much and it still, at me gnaws.
I declined, then her gift and stayed poor.
Tell Me More
