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.
