my hands dance across
the keys and strings.
piano helps me.
i play the songs
you wrote for me.
i played them to hold on
to the past,
to us.
i play my own notes now.
i know my sweet sound,
just me without you.
bass helps me.
i play the songs
you wrote for me.
i played the dissonance
and relished in tune,
our struggles.
i play my own notes now.
i know my sweet sound,
just me without you.
the instruments,
my therapy,
help me.
i played
to feel close to you.
now i play
to make myself new.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
