The Piano Poem by catty Alonzo

“You can’t be playing tricks with my head again aren’t you? Stop messing up with me or I will blow your brain off your skull” I gawked away while he was idly snuggling himself at the festering sofa.

“Do you miss him that much or let us say loved him that much that it made you so brutally brusque with me… your guest? ”

He half laughed as the darkness swallowed his face that secreted his facial response.

“Is that what you think love had brought out in me Victor… viciousness? ”

Have I really not recovered from such a loss? I thought… damn you for making me remember again.

“Get over it Sophia”

He just read my mind. He moved slowly behind me while his shadow remained on the dark, he patted my shoulder.

“You have me; we have each other”

He bended a little and frivolously kissed my neck… this room, this very room where love once danced on every corner of the walls, where old memories that died still pulsates through this flaking paint, this tattered carpet and rotten furniture, this room where he used to be… real. I tried shoving off this avalanche of memories but how could I ever thrive when at the end my tears could never bring him back.

“Stop it Sophia, your eyes are bleeding now.”

He cupped my face and blew the blood off my cheeks. Thought this grotesque kind of power only knows destruction and yet indeed it could be of healing once in a while.

“I’m not bleeding, I am crying” I freed myself from his arms and waltz my way through the piano… slide my fingers on its dusty keys, tapped F and A then started playing pathetique in semi adagio cantabile.

I see him smiling; hear his words, dance with his gracefulness and feel his love.

So I smiled… this is the only way his memory comes alive, only when I played this song for him…
Just for him.

“He’s here Sophia, he’s here…”

1804*C^T