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May
Zero Mar 2020
May
In a different universe,
Maybe maybes may be.

But we let go.
And now, we'll never know.
Zero Mar 2020
Fingers stiff
Back arches
Eyes blur

Pages yellow
Keys sour
Strings rust

Melodies fade
People leave
Heart breaks

The piano remains
I can't play our favorite song. Not because I've forgotten it, but because I couldn't bring my self near the piano after you left.
Zero Jul 2022
Let's pretend to be strangers again

— The End —