A Language We Don’t Know How To Speak

I’ve read a poem, and I thought of you

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The urge to understand what you mean
In a language only you speak,
In signs, only you can decipher,
In a world that only belongs to you
Can I come? Would you let me in?
Not to take the whole place, but sit in a corner
To observe you, to see your patterns
To smile at your quirks, and at the frown on your forehead

I want to see you,
when nobody else is looking
I want to exist in the same dimension as yours, even if only for a moment
To feel, only once, that we understand each other
That our language is the same, that when I touch you, you feel the same electric shock going through your body
The same realization that –

– you’re afraid of the dark
I’m afraid of not being good enough —

I’ve all the words in my disposition, yet, they don’t feel enough
How do I arrange them in a way that will make people feel something other than despair?