Call and Response

 lonely woman sitting on park bench beneath starry sky

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