Unsent Messages

Remember when we would stay at school hours after it closed learning my favourite song? We became one as my left hand played the music and yours was lyrical. We supported each other through every mini accomplishment along the way, like remembering the correct chords without help. I couldn’t pick it up as easily as you could, so you learnt both hands for me. I would stare at you playing for hours if I could. That’s how our relationship worked for awhile; we would both put in equal amounts but picked up more when one person couldn’t handle their share of it alone. I always admired that about us. We were like keys that flowed so effortlessly together to make a melody. i don’t know what happened, but some nights i lay awake in bed wondering if we could ever be like that again, if you miss me the same way that i miss you.