It was a piano

almost unrecognizable,

with its cover and a leg missing 


She couldn't help herself 

her fingers carefully touching the keys

the ones that were still useable  


She bit her lip

trying not to say out loud what she was thinking-

how could someone abandon something this beautiful


She walked away

trying to imagine the moment someone gave up on it

the day that perfection became inconvenient










.thanks to Estelore for the title/inspiration 

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