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Band Room II

by Rachel Johnson

Trumpets
and bass drums.
Things we learned in High School
to play, to manipulate,
to master.
But, I turned my back
on the syncopated melody
of my childhood in the Band Room
and left those people
behind.

I sought adventures of my own.

What I didn’t realize,
what I couldn’t hear 

above the sound of my own beating heart—

the music never stopped
and I was the one 
they all
left behind.

05/20/2014

Posted on 05/21/2014
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Johnson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/21/14 at 12:43 AM

Well put...bittersweet lesson in life.

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/21/14 at 12:41 PM

Sometimes we look back and remember those we have forgotten.

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