It’s the little things I miss the most. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I will listen to soft piano pieces on Spotify and think of you. I drift back to a simpler time when it was you and I. I remember watching your fingers flit across the keys. Oh, how amazed I was by your talent. You could do anything. It didn’t matter how complicated the piece or when it was, you could bust out a melody anywhere. You were with me early this morning. Playing for me like you always would. Smiling and laughing as I stared in bliss. I cherish those times. Please, play for me, Piano man.