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Speaking Wordless

She was speaking wordless  
conversed an unfamiliar way,  
and I, I heard less,  
the more she had to say.  
 
She spoke to me of our future  
by stance, by glance, by tilt of her head,  
but I, caught in some other culture  
couldn't get it into my deaf head?  
 
The confusion slowly unravelled.  
but time's hand declined to wait,  
as it grinds onwards, it revelled,  
each tick, a mock, too late, too late...  
 
She comes to mind now, unbidden,  
as, when we were young,  
but now I can not be rid of  
this expressive one.  
 
She was speaking wordless  
conversed a different way  
and I, I heard less,  
the more she had to say.
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 14th May 2024
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