Everyone seems to have found a hand to hold,
as if arrange by a higher power
that doesn't believe I'm worthy.
Restaurants sing in quiet duets,
chairs pulled close, knees and heart in rhythm,
laughter rising and falling in unison.
I sit at the edge of the music,
always the wrong note, off-key,
out of tune.
Conversations blend like harmonies,
I can always hear,
but never invited to join.
My phone stays still,
no name
breaking the silence.
Even the night keeps time,
moon and sky moving
in slow tempo.
I walk home to the sound
of my own steps.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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