Author's Note

I can listen to her music. I can read his poetry. I can play her cello. I can compose his poetry. He became my music. She became his music. He became my poetry. She became his poetry. He became my theology. She became his religion.

I want to ruin her cello. He's wrecking my piano. I still love him but he worships her. I'm longing to be a pianist but he yearns for me to be a cellist.