my hands softly playing,
sad love songs as i’m thinking
about you being with him,
like a long romantic film.
with every piano key i press,
thoughts of ”us’ are becoming less
can there still be a love for me?
because all you did was set me free.
the last time that we’re together,
is the only thing i remember.
and that farewell letter that you wrote,
my tears fell as i played the last note.
© 2010
