This is why I write.

This Is How We Do

When chances come for us to meet

and at some point your eyes meet mine,

I will attempt to speak and you---

will always stop me with that smile.

And as you stop me on my tracks,

I ask myself how can this be?

To let the waves come crashing in,

yet make me still like of the sea.

We may not talk like others do

and there is not a need to be,

our actions speak to us, for us

for this is ours, and always has.