Alone At Last

Creative Writing - Poetry

Alone at last, thirty years past;

it seems like yesterday somehow.

You encourage me from the corner

though I still keep my vow.

Our love affair began so young,

at first fumbling and raw;

growing with anticipation,

and the need to explore.

It soon became apparent

we possessed a natural flow,

but it was ruined by expectation

from those - in the know.

They wanted us to seal our union;

it would bring joy to many more,

and consume my life completely

so I headed out the door.

Yet now, so surreal

I still feel the connection we did share.

After all this time, can it be,

has it changed, and do I dare?

As I run my fingers along the keyboard

past hurts begin to mend;

joy, release and comfort once more,

my beloved piano, my long lost friend.

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