Call and Response
Do you remember
the time I asked you
if you missed me?
The way
my words fell
like leaden petals
And stayed there,
refusing to die
Were you there
when I asked you
If being alone
is different from
being lonely?
Your lack of response
carved the air,
marked with negation
Will you hear the words
I’m about to speak?
Or will they pass through you
on their way back to me
as weary, forgotten echoes

