The Last Two Words Poem by Francie Lynch

I cannot let this go unsaid
Before our worlds end.
I cannot carry this unsaid burden
Locked in my head.

These memories bleed longer than wounds
And I cannot pick at old scars,
Like the impressions of flattened tall grasses.
And I will weep, knowing we share this past,
Knowing somethings can only be said
While you sleep.

These thoughts are as beads fallen off a string,
Scattered into dark corners, hidden under stuff
That resurface for me to trip and land.
Some are branded into the heart forever,
Others dissipate into the mists of memory.

These shadows are matters of the heart;
A heart that will function normally again,
With time.

I will remember all of it when I hear any particular song,
When a bird chirps on a barren branch,
Or when I watch games of sport and hot blood,
All rushes back on me. I will find that opening,
And I will look with tears and tickles,
And yours will be the last two words to leave my lips.