The voice in between the words

Darling don’t fear my death. The words I wrote will hold my love for you long after I’m gone. Don’t read them with sorrow, they weren’t what caused my early death. It was the words I didn’t write, the words I ran from at night, the words that were banned in my garden. It was the words they let drip from their poisoned filled mouths that threw the dirt onto my coffin. I stopped telling you about the words because I learned you had been through been worse. I’m sorry love, please read my words with a smile on your face.