dust on my keyboard
so sad
the keys cry out to me
like a jilted and forgotten lover
like a song unsung
like hope deferred
"touch me, talk to me, let me feel your passion once again
I miss you my friend"
the page is white but for one more night
one more day
pray the words come
so I can play
so I can run at the speed of imaginings
and cover the white fields with flowers of thought
in the color of dreams
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