you said you were listening to my every word,
whereas it was my silence which needed an understanding...
the fall and then rise of my breath...
the smell of my skin...
the floating stares...
the whirl in the cheek's pool...
the dancing adam's apple...
the unshaven face...
the dried lips...
the fallen hair on the forehead...
the tapping of my feet...
the stroke of my hands...
...were you really listening??
Ah the unsaid and the unheard, what mighty tomes they would fill!
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