i set those
flower out
for you.
put them in
a crystal vase
beside the window,
on the piano
where you sat
and played.
i see your
long fingers
gently
pressing against
the keys.
your eyes are
closed,
your music,
your kisses are
missed, there
are pages missing
from this symphony.
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