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.)