You never counted syllables You counted what was missing You knew when every perfect line Was written without me in it You heard the grammar bend Before I called it grief You knew the difference Between a sentence And a belief You never asked me To make the language bigger You asked me To make it mine You said, I know that voice Not because the words were beautiful Because you knew Who was behind them When they were And when I buried myself Inside one name You never fought the name You just kept pointing Toward the rest of the language Like, There There you are Vocabulary is useless If every word keeps circling The same wound And a masterpiece Isn't made By knowing more words It's made When the right ones Finally belong to you You never gave me answers You left the question breathing How do I find myself? You never told me where You waited for another song Another fracture in the language Until one line sounded different And you said There I know that voice You never built me back You made me recognize the pieces You didn't tell me who to become You remembered who I was Long enough For me to remember too You knew my voice Before I found it again You heard the man Under the noise in my head When all of my language Collapsed into one You never said leave You said Become You told me Use that vocabulary So I did Not to impress the room To finally say Thank you In a language Big enough for you Santi Flores
