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