you let me finish.
not politely,
completely.
the last word lands,
and you leave it there
a moment,
untouched.
then the corner
of your mouth moves.
half a second.
just enough
for me to know
something is coming.
your answer arrives
low and unhurried,
sharp enough
to split the thought
cleanly down the middle.
I laugh.
you don't chase it.
you only wait
for the quiet
to find us again.
for a moment,
neither of us reaches
to cover it.
you leave the silence open,
as if there is no need
to make it smaller.
and I keep
stepping into it.
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