July 18, 2015

My Blue Guitar


There's a deep hole
in my blue guitar,
portal to the past
where I muse over
the same twelve bars,
reluctant to try
anything new,
in whose faint echo
I still hear you,
like lovers having
a favorite tune.
For old time's sake, 
you ask I play
our special song,
suggesting how far
we might fall,
if I could
even remember
our song,
at all.