My Old Guitar

My old guitar sits lonely in the dark
Somehow I hear her sing though we’re apart

I can’t forget those nights when you and me danced in the light

I don’t feel alone   Time moves on

 

I held your form within my hands
Made many curtain calls to all your fans
We’re just two dancers dancing clumsily without a lead
I don’t feel alone   Time moves on    

My new guitar knows all the tricks
Her lovely curves know all the licks
She sings so softly when my fingers move along her neck
Could I be wrong?  Did we move on?  

 

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