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A Look Back

(It's 3 a.m. again.)

Suffering from insomnia,
I reach for my guitar to quench my boredom.
Upon strumming a tune I had so long forgotten,
the sound strikes a chord in my mind
as I pause to reminisce
I see you grinning.

Laughing and joking
the good times and the bad,
full moons past
doughnuts saved
all pass through my mind like yellow photographs.
A loving harmony ringing in me.
I resume my song but am shocked at what I hear...
an unrecognisable sound, a sour note,
something is missing.

The tuning is fine,
the strings count six.
something isn't right.
Struck with a startling fear,
I am overwhelmed with emptiness
and left with lonliness.
I drop the guitar,
never to play that song again.