truth unspoken

slower now, quicker to ask for help

but still believing i am functioning

until i see close friends and family

tighten their lips and draw

their faces blank to not reflect

their realization that i am less

i know that labor of attempted

expressionless non-revelation

as i stand beside a precious friend

whose voice is comely but whose

sense of pitch and harmony

functions not with the music

written on the page

it’s love that lets the obvious

be unspoken