Yeah, this one especially is a piece of me. I can tell you their love never died, but circumstances forced them apart. Each had to make a choice... and they live far away from each other. Very far.
This was a story I was compelled to write, initially as a poem, but prose quickly made more sense. "Piano Bar" came later, mainly because I still had more to say. Thanks for bringing me back here. Memories, they are the real treasure in life, and we don't often learn that until later in life. Cheers, dear friend.