Dyslexia Poem by Maya Hanson

I cannot speak
my voice has fled
but my fingers
tapping on the tabletop
say everything I need to

I can't touch anymore
everything feels like
holding your hand
and my breath stings with
air you're not giving me

I cannot speak
my voice has fled
my hands are tied
and
another day brings a reality

where every word
spilled from the stars
is tangled in the void between us

I can't write
for your voice has
filled up my fingers
and all the words that
leave my pen
are thrown together
with your warmth
and tossed back out again