I’m not sure why I sometimes come into this old attic
while these memories—they assail me so
yet I don’t seem to be able to let go.
It feels like a lifetime since I heard the grand applause
yet this piano still holds me—suspended
no matter my world was upended.
Time was when the ivories meant all I had achieved
then one day—I somehow ceased to exist
found myself on the all used up list.
I suddenly became yesterday’s news as youth seized
and my piano of oak—obsolete to their new
as my world began to lose its hue.
Yet—from time to time I visit this place of yesterday
remember these beautiful ivories—once more
as my hands float over the keys as before.
It was our date night
we lived for it
beat as one
while waves of
our obsession soared
while entwined on those
red satin sheets—our bodies
would not be deprived as we
reached for the apex to quench
our thirst for love … satisfaction
But when the obscurity of your
betrayal blindsided me and became
my reality as love left my heart shattered
leaving our lost love