It was that time of night when the world lies poised between darkness and dawn.
In a few short hours you'd be gone, by my word if not by my desire. There was an old piano, seldom played mostly used to display old photographs of times remembered with a smile but at this particular moment I could hear the gentle strains of a melody rising like a ghost up into the shadows of my room. Hesitant and sorrowful, each chord conveying a strange mixture of hope and despair..I lay there with my breath caught in my throat as the tears constricted my heart. Rising from my bed, bare feet slipping softly on the worn hardwood floors, I paused over the banister where I could see you playing. Behind you the window was awash in picturesque colour, as dawn began to softly beckon for night to fade. You played only by the light of a candle, it's flame sending your shadow flickering over my own face and I caught myself reaching out, as if to brush your dark hair off your face, my heart breaking with love for you. The mournful melody made my soul ache and as you lifted your gray eyes up into the darkness that hid me I said your name softly to myself, memorising every detail of your face..and I knew then, the walls had to come down if only for a moment. So I made my way down to you and the melody stopped only as you took me into your arms, but I think that inside both of us, it's spell still lingered.
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