I Called

I called but you did not answer me, You spoke a language I did not understand. I reached for you and we touched fingertips, Then swiftly you moved away. I loved you well, you loved me too, But you could not hear my song. Softly I sang it from across the room. You looked into the mirror and saw only your own face, Lips pulled into a straight line across your square jaw. We built a dream together brick by brick But in a while, you didn’t see me, standing there behind the wall. I called, but when I spoke, you didn’t understand. The words fell like pebbles tossed into the wind. I laughed but joy was gone I cried but you couldn’t see my tears. Years passed like soldiers on parade. Too late, too late, I hear them cry. I speak a language you don’t understand. I loved you well and love you still, But in a different way. Like one might love his crutches or his staff. Yet I know you will never understand. For you can not hear me when I call,