Sound

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.