Ode to Nat
The guitar sounds
I can still hear
from the past, so long ago.
I didn't want you to go.
I will always love you so.
Somewhere in a dream,
we are still there,
in the gazebo, in your living room,
as you sing to me your guitar songs.
Your words struck a blow,
only you and
I know
the memories of us and our love.
Play for me again
your guitar tunes
when you are low,
when you feel the indigo
of what we had,
of what we lost.
I can still hear the guitar notes
floating through my head
as the song eternally plays.
@original
by Dot
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