Me Too Movement
There is a sound
It’s faint
It creeps in beneath the words sometimes
Right before I know there’s a subject change coming
Where she’s reached her limit
To carry on much farther will go past the breaking point
I don’t know for certain what image just crossed her mind
Or what thought
What I know is that the deeply intimate presence grows far too close to handle
The tiny nuance in her voice
The slight inflection
The most soothing sound of all comes wafting in
A resonance that strikes at my center
At my core
A guttural vibration of acknowledgment
That’s all it is …
It’s simply says “me too”
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It’s faint
It creeps in beneath the words sometimes
Right before I know there’s a subject change coming
Where she’s reached her limit
To carry on much farther will go past the breaking point
I don’t know for certain what image just crossed her mind
Or what thought
What I know is that the deeply intimate presence grows far too close to handle
The tiny nuance in her voice
The slight inflection
The most soothing sound of all comes wafting in
A resonance that strikes at my center
At my core
A guttural vibration of acknowledgment
That’s all it is …
It’s simply says “me too”
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