Piano and some old painting (162)

It’s been a while

since I didn’t hear the piano,

watched those paintings,

or read blue stories;

I’ve felt it like a floating eternity,

around my yearning arms.

I hate this sensation, this pain.

I wanna destroy it completely.

Slowly.

Escape from my heart!

bur I also love the song you wrote me that night,

our feelings in Do Major.

you should play it all the time.

Would you do that for me?

even if we’ll die under our souls’ sorrows?

Writing a a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 162. Thanks for reading.