For those first few weeks our conversations were short.
We were stiff and polite.
Words came out fumbling
because things weren't quite right.
But as the months passed
our tongues eased
and words came out tumbling
as we spoke as we pleased.
Then as the years passed
we seemed to talk less.
Words were mere mumbling;
too familiar I guess.
Then as your life passed,
words gave way to tears shed.
There was pain, death and silence
and no more to be said.