We were very close and the thought of being parted at the very important event was painful. He, being the writer he was, wrote a poem to allow me to know his thoughts while we were parted.
I Forgot to Tell You
I forgot to tell you
I forgot to hold you
I forgot to kiss you!
You slipped from me
and delivered she
without my hand to comfort thee.
That moment I regret
For I know how you must wept.
It would have only been a threat of time
To hold and squeeze you as though you were mine.
And so I must write this rhyme
To let you know I worried for you
To let you know
I love you.
Ned
