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Why Do You Speak in a Language I Don't Understand?

Why Do You Speak in a Language I Don't Understand?
I sit in silence, baffled by the words  
That flow so freely from her lips,  
I watch her speak to her family  
In a tongue I do not comprehend.
I wonder why she uses the local dialect  
When I am present, unable to join in  
On the conversations that fill the air  
With laughter, love, and shared stories.
I long to be a part of this intimate world  
But I am relegated to the role of observer,  
An outsider looking in on a scene  
That is simultaneously inviting and exclusionary.
I want to ask her why she doesn't  
Speak the language we both know,  
The one that would include me  
In the warmth of her family's embraces.
But I hesitate, fearing the answer  
And the implications of my question,  
Afraid of what I might uncover  
About our differences and misunderstandings.
Is it that she feels more comfortable  
Expressing herself in her native tongue,  
Or does she simply not consider  
The impact her words have on me?
Does she realize the distance  
That forms between us when she speaks,  
The isolation that settles over me  
Like a heavy, suffocating blanket?
I wish I could understand her words  
And join in the easy banter and affection,  
But instead, I am left on the outside  
Peering in at a world that eludes me.
I wonder if she knows how much  
I ache to be included in their conversations,  
To share in the closeness and joy  
That seems to come so naturally to them.
I long to bridge the gap between us,  
To erase the divide created by language,  
And find a way to connect with her  
And her family, in spite of our differences.
Perhaps I should find the courage  
To ask her about her choice of language,  
And reveal my longing to understand,  
And to be a part of her world, completely.
I want to know if she has ever considered  
The effect her words have on me,  
And if she might be willing to make  
The effort to include me in the conversation.
I hope that she will understand  
The depth of my desire to belong,  
And that she will be open to finding  
A way for us to truly communicate.
I yearn for the day when I can join in  
The lively discussions and heartfelt exchanges,  
And when her words will no longer be  
A barrier between us, but a bridge to connection.
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