ballads

Do you still play the piano

Do you still look at the stars

Do the wood panels fall silent under your steps. Lime they used to

. For us.

Do you still like silk

. You used to love silk.

You loved how it looked felt .

how it was , pink.

Do you still like pink baby boy. Oh you used to live pink.

You loved it so much I went out of my way to buy you everything pink.

Oh jack.

I miss you.

I miss ,you.

I miss how every word you said was dripping with emotion ,

cautious yet careless as it dripped off your lips.

Your lips.

I miss your lips

not velvet no smooth,

soft I loved how they express, moved

  , quivered. 

I hated when they did that.

I hated it because I made them do that.

Lips quiver , body shudder, eyes tear up.

I'm sorry ,

I'm sorry.

With careless epithets and hands filled with lust and rage

I hurt you .

I'm sorry .

I miss you.

I miss , you.

Do you still play the piano jack.

Write me  a ballad .

A soft, somber ballad