The Music Never Stops

The Music Never Stops prose poem

Photo by Bon Adrien

Love stands in the corner at a party

it might not have been invited to.

Waiting for a boy who is too shy to

say that it isn’t the drink he ordered.

Or for a girl who is trying her best to hide

the fact that she is hiding behind a mask.

I told you to turn the lights on. To never

be alone at a party where there are too

many people and too little life. I told you

not to smile at the stranger who doesn’t

look like a stranger. I told you. I told you.

I told you. But you did it anyway. And,

now you are at the corner instead of love,

waiting for the boy to finish his drink.

My love for you and your love for me were

at a party. They both tried to talk but they

couldn’t hear each other over the music.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Please let it stop so that I can hear you, so true. Our electric world, is shocking us out of our minds.


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