A woman

With a rainbow of words lacing her tongue

A

Stumbling

Giggling

Sputtering

Ball of energy and exuberance

Not able to hear anything but her own thoughts.

She spoke without a hindrance at all

Her opinions scattered among her frivolously strung words

Making all sense out of nonsense

And all the cents

Pennies

Quarters

And dimes in the world

Could never compare to how priceless the moment was when he saw her.

Him.

A man

Who could hear even the flaps of a butterfly’s wings

Was unable to express how effortless he thought it’s beauty was.

Living.

Laughing.

Experiencing life as it passed him.

As she passed him,

Her words were the only thing he could hear

And as he smiled

Waved

And introduced himself

To her

His actions were deafening.

He showed her what his words could not.

And for once, she found meaning in silence.

In shared silence.

In their silence.

Affection wasn’t love letters and handwritten notes anymore.

They were warm hugs and longing gazes.

Caring wasn’t “you okay?” anymore.

It was her medicines being kept out for her in the morning

And hot soup by her bedside when she had the flu.

Loving wasn’t frivolous “I love you”s anymore.

But peppered kisses and open ears.

His love taught her to hear with no voices.

And her love taught him to speak with his heart.

As a writer, It’s hard to say words aren’t everything because we live, breathe and sleep written language.

But sometimes, not only are we unable to use our words to express how we feel but they’re simply not enough. The complexity of our feelings sometimes cannot be described with just words. A smile. A gaze. A hug. A kiss.

The emotions behind these actions cannot be confined into letters on a page.

Not matter how good those words can be, they will always fall short to the feeling behind them.

So sometimes.

Words are best left unsaid.