Sonata

The prayers we spoke waking on summer dawns linger with me as gentle unheard voices. If this life is merely a single day of kindness, I accept that for the experience of your eyes. I don't believe you ever lied to me nor purposely intended any harm, sometimes innocence is itself an injury. I knew I wanted to marry you after watching an autumn sunset and feeling your breath upon my neck. Only distant time can remove the delicate perfume from an article of clothing left behind. The glasses of wine and promises, the musical afternoons, every intricate thing we knew is like the final note to a piano sonata fading softly from the orchestral chamber but continuing to silently resonate within.