"What The Piano Might Do"- A Poem

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I don’t think of what’s to come

Because my arms hurt from leaning

I can’t do it anymore living in your shadow

It eats my insides until I’m hollow

And I believe there’s more for me

Then you

At least I hope so because

If there isn’t

I think I’m just going to have to learn the piano

And let the keys touch my fingers

And let my breath catch in my throat

And let the window open beside me brush my hair out of my face

Like you

Never

Did

Or

Could

Do

For

My sorry soul.