Man at the piano
Taking pictures of you
With melodies.
Are you even listening?
Or does obscurity madden you
To oblivion? Like me.
A dried leaf whisks by
Caressing you in withering strokes
Of a forgotten smile.
You flick it away, you pause
Chuckling at its futility, its nothingness.
The leaf sits at your feet
Shuffled away by meandering memories.
You walk on into the future
The leaf waits, quietly
Patient and silent,
In the alleys of your past.
Taking pictures of you
With melodies.
Are you even listening?
Or does obscurity madden you
To oblivion? Like me.
A dried leaf whisks by
Caressing you in withering strokes
Of a forgotten smile.
You flick it away, you pause
Chuckling at its futility, its nothingness.
The leaf sits at your feet
Shuffled away by meandering memories.
You walk on into the future
The leaf waits, quietly
Patient and silent,
In the alleys of your past.
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