She asked about you,
you heard the words.
I told her about you,
and she said

I had a friend like that
once.
I destroyed my friend
because of labels.
I let them win
for a time.
I don’t speak the words,
they do not sound pretty,
they are not nice, cute, snuggly
and wrapped,
in shiny plastic.
I silenced that part of me.

She must still speak,
she is one of us,
speaking and writing on the pages
of her body.
Expressive eyes,
smiling,
telling
me.

Listen,
listen to me.
I won’t be silenced
easily.

She spoke to me.
I listened.
I understood.

I told her,
asked her,
hoped, desired
and,
pleaded for her to,
pick up the pen,
the brush,
continue.
Allow yourself to speak.

And to my delight,
and perhaps,
my arrogance.
I believe she will.