Change Of Tune Poem by chris dawson

Those shoes she bought with such excitement,

to surely make her at her best, convinced,

now discarded unsuccessfully,

as she hugs her knees alone.

The loneliest of hotel rooms.

One after another tears alternate,

meander down each cheek;

glazed views down amongst the scattered sheets,

musical scores and lyrics strewn about her.

The words they sang together.

The words she so believed he meant.

The words that lifted and carried her.

Every sonnet warmth.

Every meaning felt and understood.

Every moment of the score drawn into her.

Now a crashed world.

That which she held to hold,

to fill her with joy in moment's alone,

now filled her heart with sadness.

Though she knew this pain would remain eternal,

she could never be apart.

Forever the memory.

Forever the reminder.