empty

i run a single finger
over the small bit
of dried blood on my skin
that i am just now noticing

a droplet leaves the faucet
and lands hard
in the metal sink

a single piano key
is struck a high ‘G’

and it catches me off guard
because i am alone now

and i don’t own a piano

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