A friend opened
the floodgates
and said it was OK
to mourn melodically -
so now my tears
flow freely
letting off steam
in A minor.
Yet, the music
keeps drumming
why, why, why.
Just as the elegy
is stopping
because the notes
run out
my drops of sad flats
eventually tarry
in adagio
as the mist subsides -
only the fantasia
of that friendship
lingers in C major.
Thanks to Ken
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