88 are the keys on a piano,
88, the pages of my journal,
filled with memories of us together,
88, the days I waited forever
just to say,
without you, I can't live a day.
A thousand and one notes I played,
while you were far away,
but none rang as shattered,
as my heart, broken and battered.
When I see the morning sky,
and you're not by my side,
I think of it all,
all that's gone by,
since that goodbye,
at the station where we cried.
One more day, unsure,
of what lies in store—
will you come back,
or must I wait more?
YOU ARE READING
MUSIC IS MY VOICE
ŞiirMusic is the voice of lovers, poets, and musicians, and that is why with the help of my guitar and references to music, I have written and will continue to write the poems you will find in this collection.
