I hear the things that go unsaid

that slip between the words,

the spaces where you think perhaps

your silence goes unheard.

 

I hear the things your voice betrays

that crack when horror speaks,

the cough you make you think perhaps

belies you've dived too deep.

 

I see the things you can't relate

that dead look in your eye,

the moments when you think perhaps

your damage slips on by.

 

I see the things you can't control

the tremor in your hand,

the steadying grip you think perhaps

displays you have command.

 

I feel the things at which you flinch

the things that bring you fear,

the involuntary twitch you think perhaps

too slight to be too clear.

 

I feel the things that give you pain

the turning of your face,

the lowered head you think perhaps

removes you from that place.

 

Of all the things I feel for you

the greatest one is love,

the scars you hide I see right through,

for your healing is enough.

 

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