A Somber Third

A minor chord can make me sad
and yet I crave its sound.
Why that is I can't explain
for it makes me come unwound.

So what is it about that sound
that changes how I feel?
Inside my musical memories
that somber 3rd does peal.

With it come the memories
of times that made me blue,
loneliness and emptiness
and absences from you.

I know I need to free myself
and make a major leap
away from that minor chord
and away from tears that weep.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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