Think No More of Me

Think No More of Me


Forgive me for seeming timid

Or shy, or quiet, or rude

Forgive me for appearing to be polite

Well mannered, courteous, but

 I ask no forgiveness for my feelings


I hold them in my heart where

They are guarded from judgement

They are the music of my soul

They belong only to me


They’re the percussive blow of grief

The vibrato of pulsating joy

The solo of winter-like loneliness

The persistent tinkling of hope

And I share them only with you