Guitar

To the one on the other side...

"Guitar"

His guitar wept softly
Through the night
Into morning
Bringing to my ears
Serenades of sorrow.

I wanted to put my hand out
Take his melody
Lift it up to a smile
Let him know
Loneliness was not his alone;
Wanted to take his chords
Slip them between my fingers
Do what naturally comes best
Make joy of the struggle
Feast of the afterthought;
But I am left to listen
To hear in mystery
Pen this intensity...

I cannot play a guitar.
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