We speak without words,
And listen through movements.

A smile commencing at the right lip, and traveling to the left.
(i find beauty in asymmetry)
A tuck of hair behind the ear to further expose the face,
(there’s that smile)
While simultaneously hiding the face of embarrassment.
(don’t look away!)
A deep breath followed by a look of concern.
(was it the dairy?)

We’ve constructed our own dictionary.
Sentences are formed with laughter,
And paragraphs are connected through tears.
Hugs bind the pages together,
While dances illustrate the cover page.

And we don’t need words,
Because we have our own.