It whispers a message
It hums a forgotten melody
It keeps a distance
But plays with symphony.
The notes were beautiful
And sad
And heart-aching
And painful.
She plays it
Like she knew it by heart
Her fingers glide like a caress;
The keys taking her far.
And as she played
She played for nothing
Because the notes were always the same.
The notes were always there.
She stared at the wall
Playing the same song,
Humming the same beat,
Thinking of the same person.
And she hated it.
She hated the song.
It was his song
And he was gone.
She promised herself to stop playing it.
She promised she'll make her own song
A song with a new melody
A song that wasn't his.
But now she's there,
Staring into nothing
Playing the same song,
Hearing the familiar crack of her heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Hollow Shell ✔️
Puisi"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
