there is a sorrow that i do not want to speak br it is something that i cannot give away br br there is time that keeps on going and if i stay br i will just be left out and buried in this delay br br there is a grief that cannot really be spoken br there is this pain that goes on and one br br there are empty parks and empty cafes br there are closed doors and locked rooms br br there is this self sometimes that does not open br there are fingers that remain closed upon themselves br br there is a song that i can only sing inside myself br there is this poem that keeps on evading what is it that could have been said br br all these are mine alone and all these keep me moving on br remembering, loving in silence, keeping the tears frozen, creating what could have been unreal.br br RIC S.