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Your version came first

With its hands washed clean

I sat in the room

But outside the scene

No chair turned around

No question arrived

My side of the story

Stayed under my tongue

I waited for one

Small place to begin

But the door stayed open

For everyone else

No statement taken

No room for my side

Your ending was written

Before I replied

No statement taken

No pause in the line

I was still breathing

But not in your file

I kept the sentence

Behind my teeth

It changed its shape

But never left me

You sounded so calm

So easy to trust

I learned how quiet

A wound can become

They nodded along

To the cleaner account

And I disappeared

Without making a sound

No statement taken

No room for my side

Your ending was finished

Before I arrived

No statement taken

No weight to my name

But I know the silence

Was never the same

I have not spoken

All that I know

The room may be empty

But my voice is not closed