A Song of Remembrance

Like the beat of the bass drum

my heart pulses.

When the oboe begins to blow,

I am transported into

an alternate reality—

reminding me of you.

The saxophone serenades us with its solo

as I remember the craziness of our first interaction.

The trumpets blare

as I remember our first

embrace.

We laugh through the percussion break.

We cry through the horn feature.

As the last note fades away

from the flute,

I remember watching

your last breath

slip away.

I am plunged into the

void

of silence,

patiently waiting to be

reunited with you.