This could be the poem
I wrote for you that time
the one you kept
in a special place
and read from time to time,
the one in which I told you
all the things I never said
but now I know I must
before we both are dead.
It could be the one
with answers when we ask,
"Why?" and "What if?"
but silence may be better
for doing all of that.
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