tmbt: answer to questions never asked
You did not ask me to do these things with your mouth. Your eyes did not need the help of the tongue and lungs.
You did not ask me to speak the words that were bursting from my mouth. Your own stance was enough to beseech them forth.
You did not demand an answer to any unspoken question. But there they were, every last answer, laid out for you as if clothes for church.
You did not ask the real questions. So the real answers laid just behind the already hidden-in-plain-view.
You did not express the beauty fully. And now, it expresses itself. Here. Without you.