Poetry

Can You Hear Me

“I wonder, darling, can you feel me
when I say I love you?”

There’s a building, a crescendo of thoughts that build up in my head until there’s no room left for any more words. But yet, they keep coming like a freight train with no mechanism to slow itself down. That’s when my head begins to feel as though it’s overflowing. Complete sentences begin to fall from my eyes as salty tears. Broken and jagged phrases hitch at the back of my throat. Outwardly, you see me as I am. Trapped behind a wall with no other way to express myself than through emotion. This is what it feels like to be trapped. This is what it means to have ink flowing in my pen. At least that way, I won’t always look like I’m in despair.

But you’ve always known me better than that. Without uttering a word, you feel me. And that means more to me than you will ever know.

© Sarah Doughty

I wonder, darling,
can you feel me
when I say I love you?

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