No Resolution

I can't remember

If I apologized

I'd assume not

As you taught

I just avert my eyes

Now it's December here

I guess I'll write you in another year

And I hope he sends his regards too

'cause the house doesn't hold

Much more of you

A safe space

A quiet place

Artificial bouquet

In a closet display

A safe space

A quiet place

A cerulean vase

An extended stay

He approached that Sunday and said

He was able to reconnect with some of your old friends

Offered him a position with them

I know that would make you content

Hopefully in some way

You can still hear him play

Reading next to him on those hot summer days

The doors open

The warm breeze

The major 7th

And the do-re-mi

Take what you want

Tomorrow it's gone

Porcelain walls