Our relationship, Oh it was neglect on my part. I'm a bastard to you. Our relationship had diminished to this, me letting you drop away. I take you out to clean you for the pawnshop and you hum your strings as I bump you against my knee. I pause while your hum transports me to the past.
Midnight thunderstorms out west with sex come to mind with our touch.
To think about you alone and with someone else pains me deeply. I want to cry but my societal role as a man has suppressed my ability to cry so that I may only do so at death and extreme beauty, so I furrow my eyebrows and hold my head and shudder and grind my teeth and think of strumming you for the first and last time in months. Your clear warm soothing voice rang out and reverberated around my room in a manner not dissimilar to a dream when you first awaken, so real, so tangible. I cried when I heard it, for it was beautiful like my mothers voice. When the vibration of your strings on the heavy air vibrated my chest and my soul, I cried for we were one.