I spoke a truth, a thought, a care,

Into the space where you were there.

A question posed, a feeling shared,

A vulnerable moment, bravely bared.

I waited for resonance, a hum, a sound,

A bridge of understanding, to be found.

But all that bounced back, a hollow thought,

Was the faint echo of the words I brought.

Your own concerns, your needs, your plight,

Reflected back in fading light.

A mirror held, not to my soul,

But to the self that sought control.

My voice, a whisper, then a shout,

Lost in the chamber, no way out.

No give and take, a line you drew,

Just what you needed, and what you knew.

A favorite seat, a listening ear,

Absorbing all, dispelling fear.

But the air inside, it held no space,

For my own heart, or my own pace.

The puzzle pieces, scattered wide,

Refused to fit, or truly hide

The truth that rang, though soft and low:

An echo chamber, where only you can grow.