Op-en-ings sting but
Mangling fingers
Play guitar in silence
Plucking skin as if--
Love were the song
Although- this sound
Is too familiar to hear.

And we can't touch
The lyrics that were made,
Because it's to quiet
For fingers long bled.

First threads left-
Us
'Lovelocked'
In alfalfa flays.

I still sob
Sometimes-
For the nights we've missed.