dedicated to him.
to the distant echo of piano keys
where his melody became therapyto the cold, fragile skin
where his fingertips used to traceto the faded walls
where his body pressed against mineto his eyes, now dull and grey
where they once twinkled with desireto the deserted street corner
where he used to wait for me every Tuesday
leaning against the stop sign
his earbuds plugged in
heaving sighs of steam in the frosty air.dedicated to the empty space
of where he once was.
YOU ARE READING
in case I can't explain why
Poesiadedicated to his memory and how I failed to keep him.