until you know grief | |
you have not seen | |
the depths that we have been in | |
no comparison | |
to the depths that will reveal | |
you will hear nothing | |
that shouldn't be passed on | |
you will have a taste | |
of bitterness on your tongue | |
only to return to it | |
by the sweet odour | |
remorse and it is undone | |
I put myself on the stand | |
and have reached a verdict |