Your Language


I'd like to think I'm bilingual in my own way--
not in the traditional sense,
but a foreign language I know nonetheless.
I don't conjugate verbs or practice an accent...
No, I decipher slurs and mumbling--
when you're unable to stand upright
or struggling to walk straight.
Filling in the ... ,
ignoring the extra letterqs,
and rearranging words your...

Through two a.m. calls and frantic texts
I've become fluent in your language.
While other friends practice Spanish,
I tumble through your texts,
making sure you're safe, well...relatively.
By morning, to you, the words are forgotten,
meaningless...
yet, I've added them to my translation book,
always prepared for my next lesson.

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