A Song :: abbythehalfie :: Original Poetry

A Song

I sat down in front of some keys

I saw you saying something

About it killing you softly inside

When I playfully asked why

You said it was just some song.

You uttered the shortest words I’ve ever known, or heard

Then you just left.

And just disappeared.

But in retrospect

What about all the deafening unsaid

And the lines on your wrist that I can never seem

To even dare read between

So I return to the keys

To the board

And go back on

Wondering if you will sing the song

And slowly

Without knowing

I begin to sing along.