What Good Am I Now?

What good is my soft piano touch
without your smooth skin to caress?
What good is my brass player’s kiss
without your sweet, innocent ones in return?

I am nothing and I am no one.

I have been broken down.
My flaws have caused my demise
and that’s no one’s fault but my own.

I will love you always,
but please permit me to let you be happy
with what you have and where you are.

What good am I without you?

I am nothing and I am no one.

© J. Sean McVey