Finishing the Song Together

Anna and Peter wrote a song together once. Not professionally. Not well.

Just two people on a living room floor, passing a guitar back and forth,

believing the future was wide open. Then life happened. Distance. Pride.

Timing that never aligned again. Years later, she heard the melody in a grocery store

parking lot, played badly by a street musician who didn’t know how much it mattered.

She stood frozen, keys dangling, heart pounding. That night, she searched his

name. He was playing at a small venue across town. She sat in the back,

unnoticed, until the final song. He paused, fingers hovering