Voices
By Beverly Greene
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Sitting here in this freshly opened cafe,
I can't help but over hear a few conversations,
perhaps with a little strain.
I sit alone.
Me and one other woman across the room.
The whole atmosphere is joyful,
except for the sad song
flowing out of the jukebox,
out of some part of all of us.
Smiles swirl around the room
like sculptures in an art gallery,
but behind the paint and plaster
lays the same gray, shapeless matter.
There's sadness in the core
of each chiming voice.
A picture is worth a thousand words,
the sounds in a voice are worth a million more.
A person can say, I'm happy,
but the sounds in the voice will say other wise.
You may actually hear, My life is perfect!
but you can easily know the truth
when you hear the heart's faint cries
masquerading as pitch changes.
My own heart screams loud,
bursting my ears with pleas
of wanted friendship and love.
Hush, heart, time will provide...maybe.
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