Not a Word

You blankly stare ahead.

Never moving, not a word said.

You never move.

You barely breathe.

I wish you would speak,

Or move just for me.

Yet, your beauty

Just wastes away.

You are awake

But you are dead.

Never blinking

Not a word said.

I wish to hear

Your wonderful voice

I heard it long ago

But never again.

You follow me finally

With your big hazel eyes.

Taking only shallow breaths

But you are still dead inside.

Years have passed

And only I have heard.

What has been angelically spoken,

Not but a word.