I hate this room. I’ve spent weeks pretending the door doesn’t exist. The silence of the room is unnatural and disturbing. Even the house agrees; the floorboards squeak when I pass by, saying “Hey, what happened to the music man?” But now I’ve lost something and I can’t find it—and I’ve looked everywhere. Everywhere except one place.
Inside, the instruments look wounded, discordant. I want to apologize as I shuffle through layers of music, “I’m sorry. I miss him too.” A title jumps out at me: “To One I Love.” Reading this, I find I can finally cry.
Author’s Note: I hated this picture the minute I saw it. It took me a while to realize why. For all of you out there who have known loss, perhaps the above will ring true for you also.
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