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,
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