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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