I Let You Go

I remember that first spring,
When the walls went quiet fast,
The crib stayed folded empty while the years went marching past.
Your mother cried in private,
I learned silence like a vow; we kept breathing,
Kept on living, but I'm speaking it now.
Lord, I hid it in my smile,
I buried it in work; I said the hurt was over,
But it only learned to lurk.
Now the wind is in these trees,