Always

 

You are always silent

whether it’s dawn or dusk,

Playing to yourself

an invisible guitar.

You will always smile

when someone talks to you,

Not speaking a word

because you don’t want to hurt.

I’ll always remember

the reason that you wept:

because you were lost –

a butterfly without wings.

How do I comfort you

without bringing more pain?

How do I tell you

that the music is still there?

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