the words not said to me

I have seen you smiling, rising your eyes when the blue light melts. No acts... only some gestures breaking into a heavy body. Earth facing the sky.

I have seen you bend and sleep when the wind was passing by your tender breath. But there's no center in the field. Just a ladder to the first cloud and you slip.

I have never heard you singing; there's no silence and no wall to push the sound through. I do hear you sometimes stepping on the floor at night, like a ghost.

I have touched your face when the rain was pouring on us and you frowned. You still don't know that you can dance with the storm.

I have never told you any of these things. By now, you are already gone.