discord

she fell
climbing the descending scale,
she always like to be the contradiction

he liked to keep the beat
scolded her for being
out of time

sometimes, her minor
pauses
sang of despair

she didn’t love him
and didn’t understand why
he still said those three words

years gone by, they still play that game
always an uneasy waltz
in an easy key

more often now
he shuts himself in a room and
solemnly composes in C flat

while she downstairs
bangs on middle C
and F sharp; a discord.

she still doesn’t understand.

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4 Responses to discord

  1. Brieuse Bernhard Piers-Gûdmönd says:

    Loved it! And of course, C and F# together is the devil’s chord!

  2. WilderSoul says:

    Love it! I can *hear* this one!

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