Fear not that I will speak of things
by Norman E Dale
I should no longer speak of.
For unspoken words ring louder
sometimes, that the shout from
rooftops. And though they sound
so loud inside me, I will not say
them... No, not even loud enough
for the trees to hear.
And fear not that in knowing you
I will forget, nor that the look in
my eye will change, when you are
no longer here.
How could it change, when
though you go, you take that part
of me with you, that is my very life.