When words fail

In the static of this urban life,

I switch between lanes of aural reception

to capture the unaltered sound

the patterns of my voice

before it got lost in the bustle and shuffle of crowd noises

but I was left with gibberish and baby sounds

whenever I wanted to say

Je t’aime

Je suis fatigue

J’ais faim

J’ais soif

Embrasses moi


All I could do is point and shake my head

language had failed me

but I hoped you wouldn’t

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