The old was sitting in a dark room, playing the piano on his own, thinking, in loneliness, of his wife playing their own tune; locking hands, as if he wasn’t alone.
She kissed him on the cheek as if to say he weren’t alone but his heart was lonely again.
By BabyBond
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