My Muisak

I watched you,
From the corner of the piano top
Where you’d placed me
(Or what was left)
By the vase of orchids
You brought in not a fortnight ago.
My seams had come loose,
(Not that you had checked)
And through that gap
My world was small, but
Sufficient.
Enough,
Regardless, to see
Your fingers stroke the keys.
And the way your head
(Like me)
Always tilted back, and
Ever so [...]

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