"consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to" someone

[fflo]

"...to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc."





Oh, but I only know what I'd say because
someday I think I might say it.  Because
I want to, see?  It's like Harold Hill tells Winthrop,
there near the end, after the deep-cut-true question:
I always think there's a band, kid, he says,
because he does, and then in the movie
there is one, because it's a movie,
and in the movies believers
suffer and suffer and suffer and then
there is respite--- then there's sweet respite
before the respite of respites, not sweet.