Memoir – Piano

Cold, dusted
old and black
I have seen everything
you never had

the little girl loved me
and so did her mother
but they left me here
looking for another

Now I wait
sometimes remember the tunes,
I loved their touch like anything
life now isn’t a boon

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Writings to Heaven