Changing the strings on my guitar for the third time.
I lost count of the songs I wrote tonight.
I play my music and write my stories in a summer home
occupied by just me.
I think of ones I used to have and
write in my book how I will approach
and rekindle what we  once had.
Whether it was friends at the movies
or if it was a fun date with an awkward touch.
I cross out many phrases to introduce my love and desire.
I can’t say “I miss you” because that only makes it about me.
I hesitate to sound happy or just be honest that I’m not.
Aware the relationships are the past
but remember we are still here but living apart.
We’re all God’s children whether we get along or not.

I will smile and congratulate him
on his new girlfriend and never see her
as the girl who is loving him and holding him in her arms for me.
I will tell my old friend I’m excited she has plans with someone else to go to
that rock concert and I’m not getting drunk that night
for my own revenge.
I learn to be sober and happy for them. I don’t need to be their pick to
strum and make a beautiful sound every gig they play.
I don’t give up on others I loved,
and I give thousands of chances as the songs
played on the radio begging to trend.
I want to know how they’re doing.
I once knew their secrets,
I sold my soul once to them.

Lets just come together and take it slow.
Let them hear me again.
Maybe I do mean something to them.
I pray they remember who I am and
forget what I may have done wrong.
Only that should be what’s over.
Last thing we said was an apology.
Lets make this a heart to heart with a
hug at the end.
After that I can write a happy song that I
don’t normally get to.
I want you to be the reason this time.