Semijazz
The beat quickens here
we ride the wave
all is possible;
but 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 chord
the beat forgotten,
we play alone,
together,
to an empty room.
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