When he Plays Piano in the Dark

 You, it was always you in a tiesitting quietly playing pianoin the dark. Someone sang about that once.You know thatI don't believe in love at first sightI believe in love at first fight.When we yelled at each otheryou could hear echoes through the town.You could see our nasty expressions through the windows.I remember how fast my tongue moved to hurt you.You could see the auburn highlights in my hairfrom far away as I swung it in my face.The color of my lips changedthroughout the months we fought.It went from a deep redto a more neutral beige tone.You never noticed my new perfumeor the fact that I stopped saying your name.We fought about everything but the colorsof the sky. We should have fought moreabout the paintings in the air.The sun setting or the wind blowing in what direction.Why did we not fight about the weather?Instead, I found her stocking under our bed.Her, you know her, the one that I pictureis the most beautiful woman alive.Her, the one who walked in on youand your music, you said you makemusic for her now. You used to make it for me.nina