there is chatter in the café, but not enough
to drown the silence in the kitchen, not
enough to distract from the sticky smudged drops
on the windows, which are
not enough to tempt the flies who gather instead
around the bar, by the open bottles, in your hair;
not enough hours to make something worthwhile, not
enough dollars to not worry; not enough rain
in the cotton-capped sky, not enough sincerity
to draw out a smile, not enough metaphor to hide,
not enough words not enough to explain,
not enough energy to run, not enough
to make her want to stay.
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the tenth muse 
I really like this poem- imagery, repetition and surprise ending. Brava!
wow… even despite all its sonnet-like qualities…?!
How could I neglect to mention my favorite form?!
Not enough to make her stay…lovely.
Wow! that last line really stuck to my mind with its sadness…but beautiful poem nonetheless
Thank you! And thank you for reading. 🙂
welcome