'Never Did You Know' Poem by James McLain

Never did you know,
such a tightness in my chest and how it came to be.
That only your hand upon it and it never went away.
I was only as you and each of our faces both being,
full with each other and only as fresh as the cup full
of yellow brown centered daisies, there on the table.

Tomorrow's leaves still dance today so green
before the tree shakes the limb a lasting imparting,
the memory of snow caught in the mossy hollow.
'Dear' though I may chose too ignore it,
what of the stain you left upon my heart and the cut.