Melody

Sometimes
I wish
I were buried
in the sand

sitting beneath
the waves
of your guitar

the music echoing
through the twilight

the tears are there

focused on your name
hovering under
the roving rifts
plucked out
on those steely strings

your fingers
crooning your angst

your love for a me
you remember
instead of the one
who listens
and weeps
in time
to your melody

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