Did I even pause, really?
To see if there were two ways,
three ways, maybe even more,
to meet your words?
Was my listening wide enough,
deep enough,
to catch the echoes,
the unsaid things,
the layers beneath the last sound you made?
Or was my own narrative,
that loud, relentless drum,
just beating its rhythm
right over yours?
Was my answer already forming,
set in stone,
before you even began that sentence?
Did I hear you?
Or just the opening for me?
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