Walking Through The Rubin Museum by Satish Reginald

She misunderstands all I say
and I do the same to her.
Because language can’t convey
meaning without a blur.

There’s infinite connotations
tucked in every single word.
They vary for each person.
They’re never fully heard.

We say we love each other
but mean completely different things.
Though that’s not to say I never
understand what she’s feeling.

I swear just from her murmurs,
her sneezes, her tears,
I understand more about her
than from any words I hear.

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