I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

by Sara Teasdale

Comments (2)

Silence can be more painful than harsh words, with words you at least know where the pain came from, and there is hope of a resolution. Silence taken to the grave, now that is pain without hope.
just hit me..wahhhhhhhh