your guitar

my memory doesn't go that far

you, strumming a guitar

singing I won't go

the same night you told

me

not

to stay.

ba da ba ba ba,

you keep me so on top of myself

without you, I fear

will

crumble.


I saw your face

across the universe

strumming a guitar

singing along to Johnny Cash

but I don't know your voice

anymore.

My memory doesn't go

I won't go.

That far,

stay far away.


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