Speak
Laughter, acceptance, love.
These are the things I
think of
whenever I think of you.
Speak, says the moon.
The trees are telling
stories about
what it's like to be inside
a cloud.
Without you, I have nothing
to say.
I am too shy to talk to the
fireflies
and owls that visit me in
my dreams.
Without you, I'm afraid of
the dark.
I don't know how to name
the shapes and colors that
move thoughtlessly through
my days.
Without you, I am lost.
_____ AKSHR
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