I write the things which are often not said

The silent dilemmas still left in my head

To wake up the ones left when I turn up dead

I’m just trying to leave something behind.

A whole book of stories from over the years

of people and places and things I hold dear

in hopes some will listen and some might even hear

I’m just trying to leave something behind.
But finding good news in this day and age

When i do, i write it, but it falls off the page

Far into the place where I’d kept it caged.

When I was trying to leave something behind.