Ties

All this time alone

Sitting on my stool

Fingers on my keys

Until I'm squinting to read the sheets

I've been trying to find the right note in the dark

With my eyes closed

Can't see the flats from the sharps

It's been four months

Without your touch

Every time I've practised

Trying to find a song

That doesn't bring us to mind

But now my eyes have opened

And my fingers slide into place on the keys

The way they slide into yours

When you reach for my hand in the street

For the past four months

All of my chords have been dissonant

A cacophony

Of dissonance

But they slipped back into place

When you slipped your arm around my waist last night

The way you did

When you first asked me to come to bed

Last September

Every time, your lips creep up to my neck

Sweet crescendo

And your absence

My tears in staccato

But I dried them the other day

On your bare skin

You soaked them up

And told me you were happy

The chord I couldn't find

Clicked softly into place