Faded

I know you thought of me today
When you visited my friend’s workplace
A small part of you was hoping
You would encounter my face.

I haven’t thought of yours in a long time.
Granted, when you do cross my mind,
A reminder of what I left behind,
You no longer take a hold of me,
You simply fleet right through,
A deleted memory. A faded hue.
Keep on thinking of me, then,
Because I guarantee
You will never see my face again.

They say it’s better to forgive than to forget
But who says I haven’t forgotten you yet?

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Guitar Strings

You played me like a guitar string

your nimble fingers sliding down my spine.

Listening to the sweet sounds escaping

from my open mouth; our souls aligned.

But soon enough, you tired of the music

and longed to experiment.

So you put me down, threw out the pick

to try another instrument.

I heaved a sigh as I watched you leave

my heart still vibrating against my sleeve

hoping, in vain, that you’ll come back and play

but the melody faded as you walked away.guitar.png

Picture by Andrew Lamboff