His skin was painted with beautiful red streaks he'd never see.
He wrote my laugh was a perfect song I could never hear.
I saw mountains and valleys that served as running grounds.
He heard the rushing waterfalls and whistling winds that passed us by.
I saw his lips.
He heard my breath.
I touched him.
He touched me.
There are things outside of what you can see and hear.
We found common language in the rhythm of heartbeats we felt in our chest, in gentle brushes of fingers.
Wordless, everything was crystal clear.
Together, we are so much more.