Written by Avery De Witt
What would I give
What would I sacrifice
To re-live that night
We spent together
Talking
Touching
Falling
When only silence escaped my lips
My heart was already wound to yours
As you poured yours out
Through indescribable harmony
On your four-stringed, beat-up instrument
My every thought
Every excitement
Every hour
My muse
One I never knew I needed in so many years
Cover art by Mariah Ashby on Unsplash
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