Tuesday, August 24, 2021

My guitar

 My guitar 

My best friend

Having major surgery 

To have its strings replaced


For the time being 

While you are gone

I will have to carry on


I wept with you

My heart bled with you

Emotionally charged jam sessions 


But I know when I pick you back up

You will be better

You will sound better

And we shall jam once more

And we shall jam like never before

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