I hold my guitar,
as a mother with
child or a toddler
with teddy or a
******* with cane
or a hope with a
dream or a day
with a dawn or a
wish with a well
or a sound with
an echo or a pen
with a pal or a
memory with a
mind or a sea
with a strand or
sky with a cloud
I hold because I
am afraid to let go.