She drowns in unspoken words,
the air laden with a speech misheard.
He utters a message,
unknowingly a wreckage,
not of one’s heart,
but of one’s mind,
know that you’re not a person aligned,
with the hassle they grapple with every day,
be it a home, a workplace, or a classroom to play.
Speak it not to fleetingly say,
to convince, to persuade, to astutely sway,
you impede the process of the gladdening delay,
of a grin too bright and a nod too brief,
with your faultless but detached belief,
that a pristine beauty amounts to a withering leaf.