The click of my fingertips
Vibrates through the air
If I hit the keys just right
It’s feels like playing a piano
You used to play Piano Man
Your fingers made noise with more than one note
And you would cry
When I would tell you it was bad
I can hear you singing Amy Winehouse
Throaty and off-key. Your nostrils would flare and
Your fingers would rise like hot air balloons
But that’s all I remember
That and
The pancakes we used to fry
You told me they were vampire pancakes
Red with stale food coloring
Have you ever loved someone
So fiercely
That when you spoke to them
Your computer almost broke?
I try to talk to my little brother once in a fortnight
But he’s playing Fortnight.
Do you remember
Building forts at night?
The staples still in the wall
Are buried under copper paint
We were the world
Before the earthquake
Before the earth
Cried so loud it moved
And so did we
I thought you were dead so I left
When I think about you I hurt
I stare at the one sided window I carry
But all I can see is
Poor connection against gray light
