He'd drown his words with feeling,
Rosy cheeks bursting with color and volume
Speaking with such eloquence that she couldn't help
But hear, but listen closer to the rainbow of sounds
That dripped from his mouth every time he spoke,
As if each word was a new treasure.
She took more time to speak, stuttering
Her words smoked and expired, like coals of a fire
That burned out long ago.
She watched longingly as his friends gathered around him, wondering
If she could ever be so amazing, so radiant.
Every time she tried to approach him, her feet were made of lead
And she dragged them along, each word a new burden
For each of them to bear. She didn't prepare a script,
But spoke the words that had gathered up in her throat
In all the previous months, and she choked them out
As he watched, appalled.
He thought so much of his words; they were all he had
And to him, she was less than human, a flat character
Who lived in the darkness, not to be thought much of.
Yet, one time, she seemed almost angelic
And he watched her, as she walked up to him, head held high
And spoke all the words he wish he could say,
Spoke words that sounded to him quite impossible, and made
The rainbows of his voice turned to gray clouds.
It'd make him wonder if he could ever have the courage
To speak the truth, without a care of who was listening.