nimble fingers dance across the ivory piano keys softly, quickly

eliciting a sound eerie to the ears yet so soothing

I close my eyes and feel the music wash across me, his face, his eyes

his lips open and close in front of me, what is he saying? I can't tell...

so I scream, loud and desperate begging him to stay, to live-

my throat is raw and my eyes are blurred and my whole body is trembling

I pound my hands on the hard concrete

our sins, are they forgiven? I've never tried it that way,

so maybe this loss just shows how idle our promise has become

lost between lines of banter after years have washed away our feelings

and left that residual bitter taste on the tip of your already abused tongue

but, I let you die ((and for that I’ll hold these trespasses for an eternity, dearly))

even if it’s only me who carries the weight of the memories that tied us together
the red string of fate made of twine snapped

and perhaps that’s what hurts the most

but even a shard of broken glass has two smooth sides;

surely if I learn to hold you correctly I won’t bleed anymore