Gibberish

If someday, I will be in a state

when there is nothing I can say

but only to talk gibberish, 

would you still want to stay? 

 

Will you still have any reason

to stay beside me in that season

that I will be living through?

Will I live it alone or with you? 

 

Will we still converse then

when my words will be tough to comprehend?

Will you still be willing to hear

when you can’t hear my words too clear?

 

When my voice will be cracking

with a lump in my throat,

will you still want to listen to my voice

and provide me comfort? 

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