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Her Voice
The girl who’s quiet, but loud
She’s chattery, yet she lacks a sound
Without me,
She never makes a sound
The day I met the girl who’s quiet, but loud
She had been silent, making hardly any sound
She was beautiful and kind
And actually…
She could not escape my mind
And so, I approached her
She looked up at me and smiled with a wave
Not even a word, but gosh that made my day
“Hello,” I say, “What’s your name?”
She’s silent for a long moment
Her eyes darted back and forth
She didn’t know I had spoken to her
“Yes,” I say, “You.”
And that's when I finally know her name
Chlo
“Chlo,” I say but she stops me,
“Actually it's Chloe, but I go by Chlo.”
And that’s when I realized I have got to know her
I could feel it…
Her inner self
trapped behind her sad eyes
Whatever it was
I knew I had to help her
Help her let it out
I continue, “Chlo.”
But I’m suddenly lost for words
Instead, I scribble my number on a small sheet of paper
I give it to her and my stomach begins to tickle
Later, through the phone,
She tells me
“Just leave me alone.”
“I want to be friends,” I insisted.
“I don’t want to be friends”
“Please,” I say, “Just pretend.”
Despite her refusal,
I nudge it on
I am patient
When no one else was
We chat back and forth
But one day, after a while she is on my porch
We grew close
And now it all unfolds
She’s silent as usual but it’s different this time.
This time, tears slipped from her eyes.
And as they slip from her’s they also slip from mine.
It was time.
Chlo began wailing
The loudest wail I had ever heard
And at that moment she told me every word
Her father, her mother, and even her friends
I didn’t think the conversation would ever end
All the sadness that clouded her bright eyes the first day
She let it all out.
I held her muttering
“It’s okay Chlo, I’m glad to know.”
Soon she is done and the crying stops.
“Pain is easier to handle when you’re not the only one.”
Now, me and Chlo carry our burdens together.
She’s happier.
Louder.
And mine, my favorite person forever.
I’m so glad that this silly, quiet, but loud girl has
Let her voice out.
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