A Lonely Piano

I sit alone and wonder why
she never stops to just say "Hi".
She quickly, quietly passes me by as if
I've been suddenly exempt from her life.

We used to be so close,
she'd play me when she was lonely.
Her friends have taken my place
and now I sit here waiting.

My keys are old and dusty
I have begun to age.
Oh, how I wish she would play me
but once more! If not just for old times sake!

My chords are merely memories
our songs are beginning to fade.
Every time she enters her room,
I quietly sit there...
hoping and praying that she'd come
and play me just once more!

If ever she found the courage
to walk up to me and play,
I'd play a song that would never end;
hoping to remind her that I'm still her friend
even though she's tossed me aside...

I sit alone and wonder why
she never stops to just say "Hi".
She quickly, quietly passes me by as if
I've been suddenly exempt from her life.