Even after death,
Remember what all whom have
In love have said.
Per chance the rest forget,
When living stayed unsaid.
For I am not, above below
An underworld.
And as the year's in sleep
Go by,
Of a love like that I had, to listen
As I wait, to they I also hear.
And will your soul remember
What I was and what we shared?
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
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