Enrapturing Sounds
A phrase. A chord.
The words of a broken
heart
strung together to
make something beautiful.
Sweet and smooth,
like the coffee you sip,
sitting amongst
meaningful chatter.
Here we all are,
brought together
over the love of a
great cup of joe
and the opportunity
to share our stories.
An Indie group
discuss the museum down the street,
full of abstract
pieces provoking philosophical thought.
There sit the classic
white girls,
planning the “event
of the century.”
A party certain to be
full of questionable substances
and even more dubious
decisions.
Over by the window,
a love story unfolds
before your eyes
as a couple shares a
coffee date,
reveling in crisp
conversation.
They sneak a kiss and
you can’t help
but feel a tiny
bubble of happiness
burst inside of you,
jealousy and delight
fighting to win you over.
Scattered about are
the students who
--believe it or not--
actually study.
Attempting, but
usually not succeeding
at cranking out some
homework at the coffee shop.
What is the world
really saying?
Looking out the
window into an empty courtyard,
listening to the
pangs of dorm life,
you realize you hear
the movements of all the tenants.
Every. Little. Thing.
Your neighbor
grabbing a late night snack,
(want to share that
popcorn)?
A couple getting
lucky in the room above you,
(why are you moaning
so much)?
That weird smelly guy
finally taking a shower
(thank you).
Someone’s alarm
continually getting snoozed,
(or is that mine)
as you try to avoid the sounds surrounding you.
Why must dorm
buildings be so un-sound proof?
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