I miss our whispered conversations
I miss your contagious laugh
And the way we never needed words to speak

Because the expressions on our faces
Did the talking for us
And the movements of our hands
Said more than we could ever possibly say

And while our lips spoke syntax
Our bodies spoke with language as well
They spoke for the forever-mute heart that so desperately wants to speak but cannot

If I could tell you that I miss you
I would tell you through my skin
I would touch you softly and let you remember

I’d run my hands through your hair
And let my fingers do the talking
Assign my palms to do the apologizing

I’d kiss you gently
Forcing my lips to move
But not to release any sound

If I could
I would let my body do the talking
*But a body can’t speak without a beating heart to listen.