I dare not speak of her, lest my words corrupt what remains of her perfection.
(the memory of her purity, all of it, rests untouched within me)I sit at the piano and reflect on what was.
(i touch the keys she once feathered, and feel her)Of the moments she sat here.
(her touch— a lesson I never finished learning)And we were happy.
(i always only wish her happiness)Together.
(together)Her.
(Us.)I .
