Listen to what people don’t say.
Hear in their breathing the ache
That they carry,
The hollow hallowed rattle in their lungs.
The sound of the words getting stuck
In their bones,
Getting trapped in their ribs,
Listen close to their pauses and silence,
Hear in their throats the heaviness.
See the light in their eyes
Attempt to convey
All the things they can’t say,
But long to.
Listen close, listen deep.
Hear the prayers in their sleep.
In the breath they exhale
Hear the hate,
Hear the hope,
Hear the fear and the love.
We don’t say what we mean.
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