I can see you but you do not see me.
My outside shell can be broken but it’s safer for you to fixate.
Underneath you are beautiful, broken, and alive.
I can see you.
I can hear you.
Your silent inner voice.
You say enough when you don’t speak.
Lately you’ve gone mute.
But, I can hear you.
I can feel you.
When I touch you, I am tangible.
Near you, your feelings are gloved.
The barrier to buffer friction does not deter.
My eyes, my ears, my heart, and my being lie in waiting to be received.
Hoping you sync on my cues but there’s little response.
I continue to stay grounded waiting.
Can you feel me?