I can hear the words echo as they leave my mouth
They bounce around the room
Loudly at first and then gradually their volume falls
as their velocity drops
like a racquetball no one returns serve on
They slowly roll to a dismissive halt
I know that you heard me
You did not just nod and smile
You wrote it all down
You paraphrased it back
You took the time to reassure me
To ensure that I would feel safe in being heard
Yet I can hear the words echoing
Bouncing off the walls
As meaningless as the un-returned serve
Dismissed, despite your knowing attitude
I know enough now to trust to silence
The next time I am speaking to you
You can keep the racquet
I won't be serving anymore
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