She Sees Me

It’s ironic that she sees me everyday, yet she doesn’t know I exist, has never heard my voice. Talking to her would be pointless because we do not speak the same language. But she talks to me.

Sometimes she blows me a kiss and says ‘You’re beautiful.’ I mouth the words back at her.

Once, she came to me, tears streaking down her face. She said, ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ I didn’t ask what was going on, I just cried with her. Afterwards, I watched her redo her make-up.

Sometimes she dances for me, sometimes she sings. She doesn’t have a pretty voice, but I’ll never tell her that.

Today, she read me a speech. I didn’t understand it, but her eyes begged me to believe what she said. When she was done, she looked me in the eyes and said, ‘Wish me luck.’ I mouthed the words back at her. She smiled.

She sat at her study table and scribbled in a book, unaware that I still stood and watched her. She will never know that I exist.