Afterthought

Horizontally, they play the keys on the piano
together, never how we used to be. I am
waiting on my bed - no. I am not waiting.
I thought I saw the little words, I read them -
no. I skipped some. Never yours. Never mine.
Planned our future, blueprints for my lie,
and unfurled it lies next to me, in your spot.
I look now and see that there's nothing there.
There's relief, there's an unencumbering, then
there's the question of the space to be filled.
You were never meant to be here, you were not
the one. Funny how I held on, clipped to a wisp
from a thought, in the hush of an angel's wingbeat,
yelling out at echoes. Tipsy, burned clean,
we stand not hand in hand but keys apart,
in the same symphony, notes for another heart.