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.