The World's Tallest Building Poem by Shannon Thompson

When you ask me
'What? '
There are an infinite amount of responses
sitting here
on the tip of my tongue
and my heart
just waiting
to escape.

When I tell you
'Nothing.'
What I mean is you are everything
and anything left over is
immediately tossed
from the roof of the
world's tallest
tall building.

I have no secrets, I say
'Nothing.'
Because you ask me
'What? '
and my heart caves in
and my breathing stops
and I can't say a word
without secondguessing
everything (you) .

Do you think that my
'Nothing.'
is really Nothing, or do you ask
'What? '
as a way to fill the emptiness
that must always be between us
when your eyes meet mine
so that moving closer
remains the
only option.

I want your 'What? ' to be a
question with a simple solution
and my 'Nothing.' to be your
'Everything.'
But that's not how these things
often work, especially here
on the roof of
the world's
tallest building.