Strings.
A twinkle on a guitar
Like strumming on a star.
My giant.
Talks like he has the whole universe
In his hands.
I don’t understand,
I say it’s perverse
To allow yourself that much power.
I cower at the thought.
Swallow and blink
And think.
Perhaps such an ambitious vein
Is not for me. It’s insane to see
A lion with a mouse,
Together, playing house,
Like one won’t eat the other,
Like the other won’t run for cover;
And then the arguments start.
Affairs of the heart.
My career. My deaf ear.
I live in fear of the music.
My darling he says, “You have to use it.”
So one day, I did.
I took that guitar and abused it.
Smash.
Up against a red brick wall.
Swallow and blink,
That made him think.
The last note strung out
Of tune
And he laughed.
Amused.
“Let’s get some perspective, shall we?”
And confused,
I followed him one last beautiful time
To the end of the Earth
Where he said, “Well darling,
This is my stop.”
And jumped off.
Sweet melodies did he take
In his wake
And singing, did he make
My heart break.
Just like the first time.
