Perhaps in place of you
I’ve found the guitar, not the same, not as lovely
but it’s the only thing i love now
each sustained note i pluck, a sustained cry out for you
It’s lovely curve a substitute for the warmth of your body,
I hug in place of you—and gently caress its strings,
up and down along its neck,
from E to e, as I would do to your hair
It’s not the same, but it’s the only thing that
distracts me from the pain now