Esmeralda Gomez

Your language is foreign to me.

I can hear you speak but-
I don’t understand what you mean.

The music’s loud so you grab my hand to show me.
Step by step
You lead me to a bedroom door.

I enter the room.
Silence.

I can hear you speak but-
I don’t understand what you mean.

With a bottle of whiskey, in your hand
You lock the door,
I understand now…

But you’ll never understand me.

I am not distant.

Like your drunk and sexually frustrated friends
You’re one of them,
Lost in drugs and sex,
You see no need in speaking.

I look away,
Admiring New York’s peaceful city lights
With watery eyes.

You’ll never understand me.

“You lost communication” I finally say,
But your mind is in blank space.

I am not distant.


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