The ramblings of a Nut who should be doing something else – Adelaide, South Australia

Sometimes if she sits there, she can imagine.

She can hear the notes, his laughter amongst them.

Feel his touch, his lips on her skin. His breath against her ear.

The touch of the soft upholstery of the piano stool.

His name on the breeze as it wafts through the open doors, across the balcony.

She can imagine.

And remember.

And perhaps one day.

He will return to her.



Warm Rain.

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