lost in translation

 

He doesn’t understand a word I say
Not even ‘I missed you.’ or ‘How was your day?’
Yet he smiles so sweetly
His focus completely on me
I can’t understand, lost in translation
But I don’t feel myself losing patience
For we have our ways
Like the way I’m holding his gaze
I run my fingers through his hair
For it means that I care
He caresses my cheek
On the days I feel weak
I wrap my arms around his waist
When he’s feeling out-of-place
He leaves kisses on my forehead in reply
And as long as we understand
No one else needs to know why