You’re playing piano in an empty coffee shop.
I’m sipping on the perfect cup
And consuming confectionery bliss
With a sparkle of citrus
But
It’s difficult to chew when
The muscles in my mouth
Are fixed in the proudest grin.
Beaming.
You are my piano man.
Those magnificent fingers
I hold in my hand daily
And forever in my head.
Gliding back and forth,
As they pound
The keys
In me.
A moment to capture
Because it feels like I’m in a photograph.
Like deja vu
From a dream I once had,
But it is my reality.
What I’ve pictured for myself
Seems to be before me,
Which isn’t supposed to happen
Because dreams are dreams
And nobody dreams of reality
Because they are dreaming of
What they wish it was.
I am blessed
With these frequent
Slices of heaven
Reminiscent of my fantasies
But real
Moments.
Since the first one,
Last October.
This time
In the form of a pastry on my plate
In the empty coffee shop
With the old piano
And you
Showing off again
And me
Jotting this down
With minimal effort
Because the moment is poetry.
Hello! My name is Alexandria.I’m a freelance writer and advocate for victims of sexual violence. I frequently post on Medium as well as my WordPress blog (https://eternalmetamorphosis.art.blog)
Eternal Metamorphosis is filled with raw and confessional journal entries about my recovery from trauma. My purpose is to help victims to feel empowered in the way that is unique to their journeys. I’m optimistic that my stories, and the stories of all survivors shared on my page, will broaden minds and encourage compassion, understanding and ACTION.
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So lovely.