Soliloquy

If I could only write a song,

Would you sing for me?

Pluck those strings for me.

It seems so long,

Your absence from our throng.

Emptiness within me,

Please spare me.

Waiting all along, staying strong.

My heart linked to chords,

Thine fingers pressing against them,

Control its ebb n flow.

Those notes and strums it records

Each one with slashes on stem.

While throbbing low.