Poets logo

her music still plays on

by AJ Birt 14 days ago in heartbreak
Report Story

By AJ Birt

Hands and heart are numb

Fingers curled, hair askew

“Why’d you have to do it, Mum?

Why’d it have to be you?”

Chords of love connect us.

My hand is held as we cross the road

Our singing is superfluous

But our love? it glowed.

Merrily we sing

every line, every word

Couldn’t care about a thing,

just our voices to be heard

The wind screams, the trees moan,

The rain whips into my pain.

How can one go home

when it’ll only be empty again?

I hear her playing.

“C,E,G.

See?”

My mind decaying

Her hands on mine

My body swaying

No time for praying

I don’t have time

when I trip

and fall

“Coming, Mum!”

heartbreak

About the author

AJ Birt

History nerd who likes to live in a fictional world... also pretty gay.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2022 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.