QuanSai writes.

Missed Notes
by QuanSai


As I met you, music played.
The notes played,
The melodies linked as we were.
The epitome of our shared infatuation,
Music became my…,
Now the notes play in a pattern with skipped beats,
As I unlink from what was.
I can’t listen,
The pain will play the notes that be burdens.

So sad poem :( I really liked it.

Thank you for the tender words

thank for your sharing.

i love it ,thank you for your poem

That's pretty good, Quan. How ya been these days?