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.
Picture by Andrew Lamboff