On a night just like any other
A piano cried through an open window,
Countless people yearned
To say how they truly felt
And relented.
Tomorrow, surely.
It’s tomorrow,
The piano still cries,
And the long night is still long.
I’m staring at that text thread,
Hovering over “send”
And erasing it all again.
But this time is different. I called
And I spoke those words defiantly,
I shoved them from my heart
Like a bird from the nest!
Its time to let those words fly
Because tomorrow is so far away.
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