I try to listen

hear the words

being said

the tone

underlying

meanings

the

between the lines

unsaid

& it exhausts me

when that

does happen

I’m alive

to the

me & you

in-betweens

possibilities

we could ever want

& then

like a red admiral

in November sun

on a stone step

it is gone

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