Page 153 of My Lovely Tragedy
I know the moment the first note rings out what he’s playing, but it’shis lyricsthat follow, melting so beautifully into the notes, that finally stop my heart.
When I know.
I am full, and I am ready.
Finally.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
BROOKLYN
The momentmy fingers graze the keys, I close my eyes. Thousands more burn into me from every angle, but behind my eyelids, all I see ishim.
His fingers ghosting over mine, helping me with placement. His tender grip as he guides me over the keys. His soft breaths fanning the shell of my ear as he leans into me, whispering praise and knowledge.
And it’s with his voice in my head that I hit the first note to his song. The keys are soft beneath the pads of my fingers, each one coming without sight as I meld into the next without thought, my fingers bleeding into his.
I’ll never forget it.
At the graze of a high note, I part my lips and sing for him—and him alone. Whether he’s watching right now or will never see this as long as he lives, I sing for him.
I give him this. My own verities and tragedies.
My love and regret entwined. As promised.
Iridescent crystals flutter through endless steel
Every passing minute is a blur, ‘till the very moment I see you
Pain and impossibility bleed and meld
There was only us, only you
Pines swarming, larger than life
You follow me out, keep me with you
A favorite regret, stained in you
Lifeblood, evanescent
Melted atoms, fused and warped
Together in an endless field
Silver and heavy and cold
They become the force within
Keep me with you
Turn away, steal away
A favorite regret, stained in you
Lifeblood, evanescent
Melted atoms, fused and warped
