Morning woke me with aching fingers and the burdensome weight of you heavy on my mind. Holding my guitar and fumbling over every note, I imagine you. Your eyes gazing over me in a crowd, as if I was invisible - until the music effortlessly plays from my fingertips, singing each word in harmony, my heart on my sleeve. I imagine youβ¦noticing me.
Hours have passed and the sun has long left, replaced by a cold breeze and a dark starless sky.
I lay my guitar down beside me, my fingers numb and calloused, realizing that somewhere between morning and now I had lost you, the crowd, β¦the imagined moments. But, in the midst of the music, the repetitive strums and voicing my soul alongside every chord, I found myself.