Olivia Moore

Tears on the piano
rain on my feet,
I stumble indoors
to find you with some one else.

I remember how he laughed,
and all the games he liked to play.
I can hear the giggles from outside,
and think of things I wanted to say.
We should have built that fort,
I wanted to take yo…

I have seen all the pain,
counted all the tears.
The cries are still fresh,
in my old and ancient ears.
You are not alone,
I sit here year after year.
A silent witness to what you lost,
…