Every time we meet
I feel that same pull,
a yearning all too
familiar for me.
It's as if I, alone,
am each singular note
making up the chord
in your melody, and,
sometimes I feel pain,
when struck with such
minor emotion, for you
play me. I am just there
to keep you from falling
out of reach.
O Six strings!
resonating within my pulse
what will you play
atop our homes
in our hearts
tonight.