I did not tell you that your leaving
was a catastrophe buried in grieving
like the avalanche leaving the mountain slope
destroying all flicker of hope.
I did not tell you of the heart that you ripped asunder,
leaving it to drown in a sea of its own blood,
or of the soul you left in silent wonder
like the silent destruction after the flood.
I did not tell you that I saw an ocean in your eyes,
and that every time you spoke I felt your spirit rise.
I did not tell you of the graceful gait with which you moved about,
and the confidence and assurance that left me with no doubt.
I did not tell you and I never will, some words are to remain unspoken,
but every word I said to you was a promise that remains unbroken.
I did not tell you that I did not know who I was without you,
that every word you spoke was truth and I could never doubt you.
I did not tell you that even now the wind still carries your name,
and every flood of tears I swam through could never kill the flame.
I did not tell you how your arms engulfed me, how much your love surrounds me.
How your mere touch could heal my soul, will forever astound me.