What would I give

What would I sacrifice

To re-live that night

We spent together

Talking

Touching

Falling

When only silence escaped my lips

My heart was already wound to yours

As you poured yours out

Through indescribable harmony

On your four-stringed, beat-up instrument

My every thought

Every excitement

Every hour

My muse

One I never knew I needed in so many years

*** Cover art by Mariah Ashby on Unsplash 

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