Comments about Ben Wallace
I wonder if anyone really understands the love,
the love we... I had for you,
you hurt me with your accusations,
every snip of your sharp wit
and cut of your bladed tongue,
I loved you.
Yet not even I, with the vocabulary you adored,
my silver braided tongue and my poets sadness,
can really understand the way I love you,
even now, after you're gone...
I've kept all the recordings
drawings and memories.
I wear them on my sleeve,
which is damp from wiping the tears away,
that fall when I listen to your ...