Erased

There was something
about the way you
played my heart upon
a piano..

whenever
you sang my name..
you'd squeeze
your eyes together..

I couldn't see it..

but,
even when my
back was the one
facing you,
I knew you closed them..
for the light in
the room became
dim..for an instant.

even now,
when
I no longer witness
you composing thoughts
behind a desk..
nor have you
scribble music notes
on my eyelids..

you still are my
favorite vocalist..

although,
my memory
has already erased your voice..