Poem 01.28.21: If I Wrote about You, it be a Fail.

I remember learning the meaning of falling and silence when I first met you. 
You taught me how beautiful a Fall could be. 
I learned under the night’s glow what my heart does when it’s quietly elated. 
I remember learning the meaning of failing and silence when I last saw you. 
You taught me how beautiful a fail could be. 
I learned my heart sings in silence, knowing it’s song of grief holds us, as we learn.