It's with a C.

Trois Gymnopédies: Gymnopédie No. 1
I am playing for you in the study.

You tell me that you imagine me at Carnegie Hall.
Someday I tell you, someday. But dreams fade and reality sinks in.

You teach me Misirlou. You aren't completely blind yet, but you are close.
Amazed, I watch your fingers, and they have a memory of their own.
You sing, but I don't understand Greek. You tell me it's a song about a beautiful woman, and I am intrigued.

You teach me. It takes me a long time to get the left hand, but I get it.
I play it on the organ at church, playing such a powerful instrument is enthralling.

I become shy when I realize there are people watching and listening. Nick plays me a piece, but I can't remember which one. I go downstairs and meet you for coffee. You look so beautiful in your red suit, the one we buried you in.

I see you every day. You are like a filter over my eyes. I know you would have never wanted to haunt me like this, but you do. I can't get the image out of my mind. Do you know when we dream of you? Can you see me crying all the time? Do I disappoint you?

I'm holding you in the hospital chair before you are readmitted. I keep telling you that it's just a cold, that you're making too big a deal out of it. Stop talking crazy, you're not that sick. I am holding your back to my chest, and wrapping my arms around your chest. I am holding my lips to your neck and whispering that I can't go on without you. And then back to the hospital room. One moment and it was over. Then it's like one of those dreams that you have when you are drunk, and sobering up.. everything is spinning and hazy.

And no wonder I can't ever sleep.