The music I heard was nothing like yours
How did I get so lost?
Swaying to a long-forgotten song, sweet refrains in my mind
Gentle blues, lost jazz melodies, seriously sentimental
Fantastical music echoes in my soul
Leaning into you, never quite close enough
Never touching
Ashamed of my desire
Fearful of my truth
Rushing forward
Falling backward
in uncertain terms of confusion and pain
Your music was dissonance, smashing cymbals, crashing drums
No kind words. No warm embrace. Nothing. Empty. Cold.
No understanding. No caring.
Tired of running into a hard wall
The music in my soul mismatched with the possibility of you
So, I turned, following the breadcrumbs back home as I danced away
About the Creator
Tina D'Angelo
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
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