...what?

I blink at the Instagram post.

I tell my thumb to coast

over that post.

 

Caption: "I didn't need to see this."

Remain in the bliss,

Perhaps something is amiss.

 

Three days pass.

It slips my mind

Only for me to find

Myself pressing an unwanted rewind.

 

We found ourselves together again.

December’s cruel sun bathes us in mourning,

Instruments glinting,

A few sniffling.

 

The room of sound is

Now a cave of tears.

Murky with confusion.

Hurt.

 

Who knew that chords could cry.