Something she said,
so slowly, it was the sound
of asking without a question,
and I asked my own
in not speaking, being her stranger
and she just someone passing too;
but on reflection, we might have
survived the impasse had she
suggested more substance than sighs,
more sass in the supposing, and
I too could have sustained a
dialogue that enlarged.
She saw something in me; I
suspected too much in silence.