Heart
One year past
the day you left
my heart, a hurt
mammal curled
to protect its
organs, but
also, this--
instrument of
discernment, more
finely-tuned than
before, old piano
touched for
the first time
in years. Fall-
board lifted,
keys depressed
hammering all
the right notes
and though,
after this, maybe
no one will
sit down and
play again for
years--
even so.