The Song That Was...

She sat there like a corpse, lifeless at the piano. She stared straight ahead while a crowd of a few hundred stared at her. Her fingers moved gracefully, stroking the piano keys as if she were in a trance. She was the center of attraction. All eyes were on her but HER eyes spoke about the pain in her heart. She was playing THE song. His song. The song she wrote for him, the song she sang to him just before he left. She made a promise, to sing this song for him and for him only. It was their song. And here's she was breaking that promise. She hated herself for it. As she sang she felt his arms wrap themselves around her...Felt this lips brush across her neck, his breath caressing her skin while she played for him, just like he used to. a single tear ran down her expressionless face. This was so dear, so precious, so delicate..It hurt her heart singing it. "Please make this stop. Please..." begged her dying heart.


"Your soul is aching and its dying to be heard,This might be painful but consider the worth,And when you feel like there's nobody on your side,They will embrace you with a radiant smile.."



She sang The last line. The crowd stood in an uproar of awe. But she heard nothing. The silence ran through her. she ran off stage and stood behind the curtains. She dropped to her knees, broke down and cried.. Never has she felt so much pain, anger, fear, betrayal, and self loathing in one night before.

"I miss you. I love you. Please come back. Make this pain go away...."