Yell

It was almost poetic, the way you yelled at me.
Told this was wrong, this was the way to do it.
I just stood there, looking like a fool.
But listening.

There was a legit concern on your part,
As there was a legit concern from me.
And you yelled and you yelled and you yelled,
As if I could not hear you at all.

I watched your dramatic theatrics,
The hands, the head, the whole body.
And while you spoke, I noticed a message
That your mouth could not deliver.

It was a unique message, hard to pick up,
But I realized that it was love,
For had we not had that bond,
I could spectate none of what you were doing.