Needn't Say a Thing

of these many miles that do but oppress
that stain and fray our common threads
and of the indescribable moments between
sleep and wakefulness, life and dream
you needn't say a thing

of the volumes and volumes left for the shelves
the clever instruments learned so very well
and of the firey topics, hotly discussed
the iron-clad deals left for the rust
no no, you needn't say a thing

and of the mighty mountain now brought low
the painted rubble and the well-staged show
of the chance and lives squandered callously
of our missteps and these remedies
there there, my dear, you needn't say a thing