I used to touch the keys whichever way my hand went. I didn’t realize the meaning of you then. I was happy when I looked at you . I remember then, it was around when I was in elementary school. When my height had gotten a little taller than yours. I turned away from you who I used to adore. Your keys like white jade would collect dust. I didn’t realize even then, when you were neglected. Your significance, wherever I may be, you were always
There, but I didn’t know that was the end
Don’t go like this, you say..
