The yet expressed won’t stay repressed, won’t rest until we find a way to say out loud what lies within our still breathing, beating breast – grieving and weeping to attest to the love we feel even now though we can no longer confess that love to the one we miss but nevertheless can’t stop but manifest in our words, our deeds and indeed in our tears
- staining our chest where once we held them close and long to hold them once again.
The title is a quote from Andrew Garfield in interview concerning his late mother.
