Difficult/Impossible Loving you is difficult; impossible. Your fingers pound on the piano keys like rainstorms on steel. The cotton pinks and satin purples swirl in my ears. The technique makes you forget my vacant expression, the sound makes me forget the way you feel. The movement ends, I tell you to play another, you say you can’t remember another, I tell you to play it again. You ask me to stop. Stopping is impossible; difficult. Stopping is practicing six hours a day, stopping is remembering, but forgetting is natural. I kiss you goodbye, that’s easy, I find: Loving me is impossible.
Notes:
Technically a 100 word story. 100% definitely not a rip off of Five Easy Pieces, it’s not I swear.