My heartstrings taught and played like violins,
My heartbeat a drum,
My shaking breaths an uneven metronome.
The stuttering staccato of my sobs subside,
As I yearn for another to harmonize.
I am an unfinished chord,
A quiet flat melody.
I wish I could finish this piece with one last crescendo,
A final forlorn forte
Cut it short before a final-
*click, bang