Lover's Touch in C-Minor

[Joseph Franklin Swaba]

I picked up my guitar just the other day…

I said hey long lost lover how you been? I have missed you, tell me a story…

No one was around, even the mice were sleeping. We talked all night and we were lost in one another's embrace.

We promised to stay in touch, to not let so much distance pass between us. We were both lying, but the mask of smiles concealed the inner sadness as we parted our ways.

Before we parted company, we wrote a song together. It was beautiful, magnificent, a gift to the universe.

And now, days later, I reminisce and wonder if my guitar misses me.