November 6, 2014

Rare Comprehension

There was a person who was illiterate.
At least they seemed that way with me.
With whom I failed to communicate,
in speech or literacy.
One day for a moment,
all this seemed to change.
For a brief time he understood,
the words that I exchanged.
Then it was gone,
like awareness placed on a shelf.
But I shall not forget,
when I listened to myself.

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