how much time is spent by some
worrying about words left unsaid
as the days speed by and the mouth –
well it remains solidly sewn shut

for my part i think every word is spoken
in action, in writing, and
in the silence that is the calm ocean between us

in days to come when you recall
you will say “he would have loved” or
“he would have said” and
“this is where he would be”
because you,
you knew me

to be known
is to have said it all