Whisper to Roar

I pass you in the hallway,

you don’t look up from the floor.

We used to fill the silence

– now the silence fills us more.

I make your coffee every morning,

you fold my shirts without a word.

We’ve built a life so careful,

so quiet

– the loudest thing is what’s unheard.

And I’m standing in this room full of us wondering where you

went.

All this tenderness between us – and I can’t remember what it

meant.

This is a scream for love

– not the kind that whispers soft and slow.

This is a scream for love

–

from the part of me you used to know.

I’m not broken, I’m not cold,

I’m not the lie we’ve quietly been told

– this is a scream for love.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me still?

We talk about the weekend,

we talk about the bills,

we talk about the neighbors and what the doctor says about my

pills. But no one asks the harder questions,

no

one pulls the other near.

We’ve learned to live around each other like furniture that’s always here.

And I’m drowning in a life that looks just fine from the

outside looking in. A house,

a car, a name we share – but when did comfortable become

this thin? This is a scream for love

– not the kind that whispers soft and slow.

This is a scream for love

– from the part of me you used to know.

I’m not broken, I’m not cold,

I’m not the lie we’ve quietly been told – this is a

scream for love. Can you hear me?

Can you hear me still?

I don’t want a stranger.

I don’t want someone

new. I want the fire back.

I want it back with you.

I’m not asking for forever wrapped up perfect,

clean and bright. I’m asking you to see me – really see

me – one

more night. Touch me like you mean it.

Say my name like it still counts.

Let me feel that I am living,

not just waiting to run out.

This is a scream for love

– not the rage of someone walking out the door.

This is a scream for love – because I love you,

God, I love you more.

I’m not giving up,

I’m not letting go,

I’m just bleeding where it doesn’t show

– this is a scream for love.

Are you listening? Are you there?

I never needed perfect.

I never needed more.

I only needed you to know

what I’ve been screaming for.

What I’ve been screaming for.

What I’ve been screaming

for.