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POEM: but you don’t answer

but you don’t answer

it’s the second song of the night
(the vibraphonist is playing a solo)
when I get that feeling in my stomach

the one you get as the roller coaster
goes over the top of the first hill
right before it picks up speed
but after it’s too late to get off

I can usually lose myself in music
but tonight I’m already lost

the quieter the band plays
the easier it is for me to hear the rush
of blood through my veins

this place is called the Whisper Room
because you can whisper on one side
and someone can hear you on the other

so I whisper your name

and wait

Published in My poems Poetry

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