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