Hopeful Symphony

Dear Michel
I have a lot of secrets
Secrets like how much I loved you.
Secrets like how much you loved me.
Secrets like, it was me who really stole that cookie, and that you covered for me.
Secrets like, my dad was bankrupt, and originally the fire in the house was a ploy to get the insurance, only it backfired because you all died.
Secrets like, it was my fault that you died, because when I smelled the smoke while I was on the toilet, I ran straight out and called the fire brigade without waking you up, and if I had you might have survived.
Secrets like, I didn’t attend mum and dad’s funeral, because yours was at the same time and I thought you were more important.
Secrets like, when you were buried, I wanted them to bury me as well.
Secrets like, the piano is the only thing keeping me alive.