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Swan Song

I lie in bed listening to you play the piano. Your music flows through me, and I dance. I dance because your music moves me. It transforms me. It takes me back to a time and place when these limbs were graceful enough to embody song. And in my dance, I dream a dream where you and I shine brighter than all the spotlights on a stage. You hold my hand, and I am not alone. You wipe away my tears and give me strength to face the final curtain call. You kiss my lips as I wake in this dream of a dream. This dream where you know my name. This dream where you smile at me for all the days of our lives. Where there are no endings, no sickness, no death. Where the silence seeping into these limbs, this heart, this dance is forever chased away by the song of you and me. Let us dance. You and I. Just one more time in this dream of a dream. One last time. …

Gray Ties and Red Heels

Aching joints and bruised muscles kept him bent over like a crooked man who walked a crooked mile. He surveyed the empty parking lot. The sky, still muddy from a passing storm, glowed with the faintest hint of rose-colored dawn. Hoisting his bedroll over his back, he reached down for Ava. His hand gripped the solid handle of her case. She was his angel. His muse. When his fingers danced across her center, the world saw him for who he might’ve been. Every morning, they played for commuters rushing to and from the local train station. A nameless, faceless mass wearing gray ties and red heels with square briefcases and round purses. Rushing. Always rushing. “Today’s the day,” he told Ava. They almost had enough money for a hot meal and shower. As he reached the station, a flurry of wings greeted him. If this corner by the station entrance was home, then Bob Blue, Little Sally, and Twitchy were his children. He pulled out a bag of leftover bread ends. His pigeons cooed and nestled against …