Listening

When I shut my mouth,

but kept my eyes open to the logic,

I started to see who you really are.

I started to see where you come from.

I started to see your style — the patterns,

the scent, the softness, and the coolness.

I started to hear your feelings.

I knew the weight of your loneliness,

your burden, and your frustration.

I am honored to have shared this moment with you.

To be alive — and to feel the presence of the other — I have yet to count an instance more profound than this.

3.19.2025