My Tune

Amber W

Do you know how

odd it is that I’ve

never met someone

with the same heartbeat

as me?

Listening to my mother’s tune

as I lay against her salmon blouse,

hiding from the world that overwhelms me.

Or laying my ears on his chest

engulfed in that intoxicating smell,

I realize the oddity of it all.

My world runs on a

different beat,

unique from every person I pass.

But it’s only a heartbeat.

My chest vibrates to

the rhythm,

not knowing it’s the

only one dancing to

this song.

My body makes its own music

and I twirl and twirl

in my white skirt

to my temporary song,

my feet cold against the wood

floor with cracks on its surface.

Funny how my heart

has more in common

with the deteriorating panel

beneath me

then with the hearts hiding

underneath the people

I love.

Still, I dance.