#Poetry Wed: “Dusk/the piano” by Ceridwen Hall

“There is a pause. You consider what I’ve said,
then you begin playing “Für Elise“. I am lonely
in a way no nearness can alter. The first lines
are so well known they grow eerie. You are learning
again or teaching yourself to play the entire
piece. You harbor it in your wrists; intermittently
all day you’ve returned to the piano. I’ve noticed
from another room, imagined peeling apples,
solving a math problem. Now I sit facing away,
the better to listen to you and the crickets—we left
the door ajar. We are finished arguing for now
and carry the rift between us like a blanket we want
to fold…”

-Read the rest of the poem at Confrontation.