Holding Refrain

I held my tongueboarding the bus,when you took the seatopposite the wheelchair space.

Not all disabilities are visible.I am proof of that.

I thought about saying something.I didn’t.

The bus moved.People scrolled.Nobody looked up.

My voice stayed where it was,caught somewhere betweenthought and sound.

Do you listen,or just hear noise?

I held refrain.The moment passed.Nobody noticed.