Sep 20, 2021
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Language of our Love
A poem
A facial expression is all I need to know how your day went. I see the excitement of a promotion or the weariness of a rude coworker before you speak. I catch and decipher between the sighs you exhale when lifted up and those you let out when weighed down.
The beating of my heart is distinct from yours yet a cut to you bleeds me. The rhythms that fuel me don’t necessarily feed you, but you know…
