we’re never ready (i went to the piano)

When they told me
she had died,

I went to the piano.

Mazurka
by Chopin –
in the pained
stutter of
one who doesn’t
practice much.

Again, and again,
low D to high, hit the
trill,
bass chords steady,
decrescendo leading to a…
false note.
Again.

All the while thinking,
I should have practiced more.
I should have…

6 thoughts on “we’re never ready (i went to the piano)

  1. Cowards

    We get to say
    Those things we can't say
    Out loud

    We cowards
    We poets
    We don't say it

    Bluster and
    Bravado we “just wrote it that way”
    Only

    We mean it; can't say it

    Aloud…

    Cowards…

  2. would you allow me to repost this as a guest? would you like to use your commenting name? i really like it – reminds me of my poem “biggest secret of my life”….

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