He is mad because
she thinks
he thinks he knows
all about her
from a single
look – a single
first impression.

They try to understand
each other
by recognizing
that they do not
yet
understand
each other.

But we do not fully know
what the other
knows.

We cannot.

Not yet.

I understand
your experience
only when
you tell me
what I do not know.

Because I cannot know
as you know -
your experience.

And so, I listen.

Without assumptions.
Without interruption.
Without shaping your story
into my own.

I do not rush to understand.
I wait,
I wonder,
I will let you show me.

And somehow—
between the words,
between the silences,
between what is said
and what is left unsaid –

We never connected
at all.