Unspoken

“They have your face…”

They have your soul, your shape.

Holding me up,

Reborn in embrace.

The unspoken sing. “Erola...”

Their song permeates,

Saturates, “Engraved in the palms of my hands,” Etched in my DNA.

The unspoken song.

“Erola...”

 I watch you—You don’t have to say anything.

Just sing to me your unspoken love.

Sing it to me.

Unspoken.

Sing it to me.

The unspoken is sung.

 “Erola…”

My name

“Erola... ”