I picked up my old guitar today

Ran my fingers down its strings

They were out of tune
 
Covered in dust with worn out frets
My lyrics still scratched in the back
Like an old wound
 
I closed my eyes
Struck a chord and the sound
Took me back to before
 
To the nights of constant writing
The sound that was so filling
The words with secret meaning
That were played
 
And the time you were all I wanted
When you were I all I dreamed of
Standing on the stage..
Next to me
 
But back in reality
Where the world is all to busy changing
And nothing stays the same
 
But this old guitar
Is like my own memoir
And I’ll take it out again someday
Letting it take me back again
 
To the nights of constant writing
The sound that was so filling
The words with secret meaning
That were played
 
And the time you were all I wanted
When you were all I dreamed of
Standing on the stage…
Next to me