A Broken Guitar

 

The raindrops ran down the window pane,
The only light were the flashes of light in the sky;
As I sat there in a stupor of emotions,
The broken guitar was the only thing that helped me by.

Her scent was still fresh on my clothes,
She didn’t even wait for her clothes to dry;
The door was still ajar, the wind was strong,
The broken guitar was the only thing that helped me by.

The letter, smudged with our tears still in my hand,
No matter what I did, it was her love that gave me a high;
She apologized, she was marrying someone else,
The broken guitar was the only thing that helped me by.