I was listening to someone today, it was extremely sad. Very lonely. Very long. Sad. I could only let it spin out. Out of no where I realize that when I try to say anything, even just a sound of sympathy, the person goes on but in a new direction. I write down “preemptive interrupting.”
I listened to her
preemptive interrupting
sound of loneliness
long, sad, and unfair
preemptive interrupting
kept the tale going.
the story sad and long
preemptive interrupting
I felt sympathy
