how many hours you spent sitting down,
playing each key,
finding a rhythm,
dancing to the beat.
Then some keys fell off.
how many days you spent trying to ignore it,
playing without it,
finding a way to skim over,
dancing your fingers around it,
Then some keys stopped ringing.
how many weeks you spent imagining,
playing the note in your head,
finding the faint memory of the notes,
dancing to the made up rhythm.
Then you just gave up.
how many months you kept it there,
playing with the idea of
finding a spot in the garage,
dancing from yes and no.
Then you threw it away.
But you’ve had so many memories with it.