Accompaniment

Waking up alone…

 

Much like the sound of early-rising finches without

the distant buffet of street noise

The smell of morning dew without

the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn

The rise and fall of a chest without

saying anything at all

 

And yet…

 

The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without

 

Accompaniment.

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