I might die without
Telling you
The tale of the drought
Your absence brings

You might live without
Knowing
How sweet the musings
That drip from a dry mouth
Like springs
Of living water
Were given
Only to be withdrawn
As if the Sun
Eschewed the dawn

But I might die
Before I know
Which words would keep you
Warm
In a sunless world
Dark
Without form

But words are still
Just words
Nonetheless
The right sequence
The right nouns
The right verbs
Could outlive the memory
Of the life I once sojourned

My love for you
Has made of me
A man of words
Words that won't die
Before you know
I lived
I loved
And let you go
Buried the warmth
I had for you
In depth of snow

Because I go
The way of mortals
Where nothing warm follows
And nothing good grows
Where nothing
Is all
In all

I might die without
Telling you
But hopefully this shows
I don't need to say it
I won't have to
For you to know
For as long as you can know
Anything
That death is not the end
Because
Life, is not the beginning