Non-Erotic PoetrySemijazzThe beat quickens here,
we ride the wave
all is possible,
yet after the crest
we return to where
we started.
I have no answer to your
silence, a reply in kind only
feeds the void yet
my words ring
hollow.
Lost in a minor cord
the beat forgotten
we play alone
together to
an empty
room.
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