What I Cannot Do
June 3, 2013
I was afraid you'd run away.
My first words, were the truth.
I couldn't hear you, but you could hear me.
I couldn't help but sign, and I was afraid you'd be frightened.
This is me.
I see you.
I feel you.
I understand you.
I just cannot hear you.
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