Two-hundred: Our Song

Oh god, it’s been so long but you’re back,
every beautiful piano-playing finger
that remembers every note. He took
you away from me; he stole our music,
sheets of it, even though he’s deaf. And yet,
here you are once more, read to play
the most charming harmony.

I missed you, you know.
You and I,
we always wrote better songs.

(Just between us,
he never made me sing.
Not even once.)

Advertisements

Published by

Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s