You are not forgotten,
but its true- your silence is now
about courage, enduring
the damage.
Placed on a shelf like
a finished book whose last pages,
earmarked and stained, prove
someone's hands held you
through to the end.
What they'll remember, what pieces
of thought, built from a strong, measured
sentence, will never be faded, disgraced
or abandoned.
The world is a library gathered
by readers, by men; a treasured collection
with you and your well-worn jacket
among them.
