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Feb 2022
My guitar clattered to the floor
the moment you said
you don't feel the same anymore.
My fingers forgot how to make the shapes
that make the sounds
but my hands still remember how yours felt
when you were still around.
I no longer play guitar
because I do not know where to start
and there is no song that I can play
as beautiful as the song of our hearts
beating together.
It became my favourite tune
A soundtrack for the sun rise
bidding the flowers bloom.
Now my only song
is it's lonely echo
and my guitar is ashes.
Written by
Jamie Walker  30/M/Scotland
(30/M/Scotland)   
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