Silence

I look at her. And I'm worried.

Because I never say anything and she doesn't either.

My mouth is drooping off my face.

Dripping.

Slowly.

Slowly every silent second.

I smile at her. But I am still worried.

Because I never laugh at anything and she doesn't either.

My ears roaring like a train engine.

Shrieking. Yelling.

Yelling every giggle-less moment.

I nod at her. But I am still very worried.

Because I know I don't understand much and she doesn't either.

So my heart is pulsing through my head.

Thudding. Throbbing.

Throbbing every missunderstood minute.

My smile shows, though. Though I still remained, stabbed with worry.

Because I think I'm starting to realize.

I'm seeing. Looking. Learning

Learning that maybe all that's worthwhile

Are the words we do not say.