Experts In Basement Water

Everywhere she heard the music,
Xylophone sounds,
Permeating her thoughts,
Enticing her to
Reach out to him,
Tempting her to try to
Salvage what was broken.

Innocent, this music seemed.
Nevertheless, it was a trap.

Bell-like and rhythmic,
Arranged like the irregular
Sounds of a heart murmur.
Each note would trigger
Memories of his skin, his
Eyes, twinkling at her,
Not in tenderness, she
Truly understood now.

Whenever she heard the music,
Aching would rise in her gut,
Telling her to reach out to him,
Even just to, one final time,
React to the sound of his voice.