He strums his guitar

Singing the heartbreak oldies

The garage, his stage

She’s not there to hear

They fought heard the night before

In that same garage

He poured out his heart

She continues to guard hers

So, they do not speak

The six-string’s, quiet

Because the baby’s sleeping

He decides to leave

She wants to talk now

Because the baby’s sleeping

This is the right time

She finds his guitar

The memories bring forth tears

She’s lost without him

The baby wakes up

She sings the heartbreak oldies

To the little one

Holding her daughter

She doesn’t hear him come in

He reaches for them

Words are not needed

Their hearts are saying it all

They are scared, it shows

©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben

14 responses to “strings

  1. Oh, how moving, Music says so much! 🙂

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  2. Perfect construction; lovely poem.

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  3. Beautiful storytelling, Annette!

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  4. Great poem, Annette. The last line was a bit unexpected.

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  5. You could sing this Annette, beautiful story as poem into lyrics. Re string that guitar now.

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