I am missing something.
Nostalgia weighs heavy on my heart tonight.
I long for what could have been,
And then I remember why it couldn’t.
It almost was.
The music of piano and cello drifts through my head in this night of midwinter cold,
Speaking to my soul, caressing my heart.
I hear two hands playing together in perfect piano union and feel that
I am as one of those hands, looking for the accompaniment of another but
I sit alone and listen and am lost in the depths of this December evening
Remembering what never was, feeling what didn’t exist
Loving what could have been in this time
Of darkness, candle light and solitude,
Where there exists only he and I, together yet alone
Wrapped in the spirit of love and light.