I listen, but you do not speak,
As the words remain trapped on your tongue.
I watch, while you bite your cheek,
Your tune still remains unsung.
I see the way grief haunts your mind,
Refusing to let you be heard.
I know that you feel so resigned,
Unable to express a word.
I will not leave you alone now,
Though alone remains how you feel.
I need to show you somehow,
That your melody, you can reveal.
So, I listen and won’t say a word,
For your song, soon will be heard.
Original poetry by Emily Comer