Piano
I sat and lifted the cover, slowly.
It was a gesture I didn't do in a long time.
I wanted to enjoy it, transform the nostalgia into desire and then pleasure.
I caressed the keys, companions of a past that probably wondered where did I go.
I never left.
That part of me became quiet, withdrew. It left room for other things.
I tried to remember the melody I wrote. I played it almost every day,
but the memory was foggy.
Only a few notes.
It didn't belong to me anymore. Time absorbed it.
I smiled.
I'd write a new one.
2019-08-01
