What Might Have Been
1
i plucked a string;
it rang through me
like a hook through
a fish.
i was hooked on
the fine
craftsmanship;
the way the wood
was cut.
i was convinced
that the hollow
inside contained
a million dreams.
if i could only
reach them.
2
christmas came
in a whorl-wind
of crinkling paper
and tinsel.
i opened one
of my presents
to find a guitar;
it sang to me
in secret tones.
i knew there
and then,
we would be
friends forever.
i had to bring out
the best
in my six string
friend.
so i conversed
with my six string
friend until
my fingers burned,
i didn’t wish to
cool the flame.
3
time changed things
as it always does.
i grew tired of the
harmony we shared.
swapped
my music books
and slipped into
other pages of life.
now you sit in the corner
like a naughty child.
i watch you with dreams
now fading
into the screams
of what might have been.
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