Put away

by viraz vitalia   Jun 30, 2008


The case sits open on my bed.
Covered in velvet a pricey case.
Music is played softly and beautifully.
But soon it stops.
The instrument is set down.
Its back in the case.
A rose set upon it.
Your gift to me.
For me to play just for you.
But now it's over.
I walk away.
I left the case.
And left the music.
I put it away.
Just like I put away my love.

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