My Memories, Like Dust

As I sit down dust swirls around me 

I touch the keys for the first time in years

At first I thought it would come back to me

But as I hear a plink all I see is tears

The last time my fingers pressed on these ivory keys

Was at her funeral

I breathe remembering who I used to be

It left me 

As my hand brushed the black and white

I was lost like a feather at sea

As sorrow builds up I want to fight 

For that beautiful ability 

It once coursed through my head 

Now I grasp at that fragile thread

Snow is drifting from the sky 

Her breath is white in the moonlight

I can still remember when we were children

Never once thinking of the day we would die

She left unexpectedly like ink in a pen

Like a shadow she would leave

Her life a speck in the cosmos

A tract of time cut short in the weave

I look at my fingers

A layer of fine powder has formed

It felt like a distant life

I touch the keys for the last time

Knowing I will never be able to reclaim what was once mine