Your final melody

I played your song,
fingers dancing in frantic flight across the keys
as if part of you would live again,
if only I was good enough.
I played and played, hot fingers slipping on cool keys
begging the music to bring you back
And all my thoughts of you,
played through my mind with dissonant resound
as the unfathomable weight of your absence
came crashing within the crescendo.
I broke a string.
Heard it snap, scream and die
Its final cry echoing within the polished black prison
attempting to contain it's spirit
The final note of your melody.
So I spent the early hours with you
Embraced the solid green earth
now blanketing your smile
I lay down by your side
one hand pressed to the canyon in my chest
the other to the cold damp grass
I swallowed hard
and fell apart
And that pathetic sun couldn't even begin to warm me
though it fought through the icy morning clouds
to dance upon your grave.

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