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Half A Lyric And Some Music

From behind the library shelves

my books and I listened to you

play chords on the piano

like very few do.

You kept your songs a secret

from me all along,

but hearing your falsetto meant more

than the lyrics of the song.

We met every day—you at the piano

me behind the shelves,

a cocoon of solace

unbeknownst to ourselves.

We crawled out as humans

lost in the pursuit of love,

for in trying to be blithe butterflies

we were blind to the spluttering of the dove.

When the cocoon broke and you left,

in a fashion so heart wrenchingly poetic

that sometimes I still pine to hear

half a lyric and some music.