in a language i cannot understand

i close my eyes

imagine the glitter and sparkle twirl and orbit around my face

imagine the sun warm my eyelids, yellow and heavy

the birds chirp lazily and i can hear you humming a song i don't know the words to

i open my eyes

i see you smile back at me, your smile crooked and very imperfect

i see lines in your face; years stretch out behind you, i can see it in the corners of your eyes

you open your mouth and out pours a language that i don't understand

you take my hand

your skin is rough, a tattoo; the color of the wind in your hand

i wish you'd hold my hand for a while, it's bigger than my own

your hands dance with the words you create as you speak

...

your song isn't for me, otherwise i would sing along

we can't run through the years together; you already bought a one-way ticket on a train

that won't come back

you hand leaves mine and the color of the wind lifts from my palm

-but the imprint of the hurricane is still seared into my skin