Returning from work, I find the keyboard by my bedside,
Unveiling it, I delicately touch the keys.
Dust has settled, testament to its silence.
I plug it in, yearning to play.
Its harmony recalls you,
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star" danced on our fingers,
We laughed, weaving melodies together.
May we harmonize again in another realm.
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L - Love, Lost & Longing
PoetryA collection of heartfelt poems about love, starting with passion, then loss, and ending with longing.
