She keeps her head on her shoulder,
So sweetly their fingers, crooked in a simple embrace, lead the notes of the piano I’m hearing to the sky.
And as a wave of chaos wraps my interiors, I see a mirror of blue eyes I can’t forget.
As I see ruined shoes. Black shoes. Like yours.
And then the overture comes to an end. And I can just sit down, enjoy this sight, bury my insight, and tear my heart apart with my own arms.