As you slid your fingers
across the frets
your voice lingered
inside my head
Intoxicating me
Making me forget
everything you had said-
the words that once stung,
the wounds that ceased to heal
all the things
that you said you couldn't feel.
It all seemed false
when you sang of love
with devotion
that you could never give to me
That was when it hit me
It wasn't me you loved,
It was her
Your first guitar
named Valerie.