there is a piano ringing in my ears
I lose the key as the next follows
close, watching for the feeling of
struck; fait accompli for the warm water
gentle ushering, wound's cauter
cry, eyes, I order you
show me how we feel
I know you're in there
kicking the door down
was never an option
as clichés do not hold
the same attraction as metaphors
and when it's a simile
I'm dryest
because I don't have to know what it was
like
I was there
and nothing is like anything
especially this
such is the saddest thing
and the most wonderful
Roman Ryan 