Her fingers drum against the table's surface
A question escaped her lips
Waiting for a reply
His mouth remains shut, his mind slowly turning
An answer forming in his mind
Waiting to be said
Her pen flies across the page
An answer which she heard
Recording every word
His voice cracks in unexpected places
An answer which he told
His mind, still wavering
The time slowly ticks on the wall
How long of a silence? he wonders
The time slowly ticks on the wall
How thorough of an answer? she wonders
A question
An answer
A Q and shaky A
Is that all an interview ever is?
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A Few Thoughtful Stanzas
PoetryJust some poetry I wrote. Hope you all enjoy. Highest Ranking: #454 in Poetry
