don’t they know that it is only in the music
that I feel no pain?
I forget to miss you?
everything else reeks of you
our room still set up for a second person
there are holes everywhere I look
in the music too
but it is easier to imagine you there
somewhere between the notes
I can imagine you listening
miles away you stop
cock your head to the side as if you can hear me
you know that I am playing
I am always playing
you know that it is only in the music
that I feel no pain
you always knew.