If you can’t face it by speaking, Can’t face it in words, if you can’t face it here, then maybe you can’t face it at all. We watched you as your wrote it, your hand trembled so much, we knew that you would crumble at the slightest human touch. We heard you, you were weeping as your hand drew each word, we chose to be silent, you did not know you were heard. The wall it took...
And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I...– ROBERT FROST