Common Tongue

All of us think
We are the first or
At worst the only one
That has had to conceal
What they long to reveal
In a whisper
In a shout
Get it out
Silence is not
What love is all about
Dead space does not heal;
Pain or fear
Even doubt grows louder
Without anothers voice
To drown it out
It's not just words
I am talking about
So much as the gesture
That make up the unheards
Which mean so much
Communication is a language
Made of components
The vocal not greater
Than the simplicity
Of both presence and touch