Today, I thought of a previous relationship, an unhealthy one on many levels.
I thought about the levels of language as I remembered a specific date in time. As I write a poem, today, the written words become one level of communication. Language also exists on other planes, in the forms of body movements and spoken words.
Language has many facets.
There You Sat
When you sat and ate dinner beside me,
Without a look or a word,
Your body language spoke to me in hushed tones that
I could not ignore.
I watched your side profile,
Your straight back and strong jaw,
Your unspoken language that
Told me I let you down
I sat stiff as well,
With tightened throat, and heart,
The taste of nausea strong in my mouth
(for the third time that week).
Your strong back matched your tone of voice,
Later that evening,
As you told me that you were my last hope –
That no one else would ever love me again.
Your words ate me alive,
And followed me when I almost died,
When that same nausea moved from my mouth to my mind
And your words played like a never-ending tape in my head,
(just for me),
An audience of one that was captive for so long.
Your love, you said, was genuine
Though sometimes I wonder if you ever were,
Or if you understood what that word meant.
The hushed tones, the spoken words,
Those were concepts that you understood well.
Your tape still calls to me some days
And I remember you, your body,
So tell me – Did you understand me?
©2012 Christy Birmingham