calm hill
Morning light, strings already in my hand,
I played melodies with Lauren and Ena’s band.
The strings hummed, sweet and bright,
But hosting left me worn by the night.
“Hello,” she said, her smile so soft,
I waved back twice, my heart aloft.
A sharpness bloomed inside my chest,
Pain and comfort, a bittersweet test.
“Why does it hurt?”
I asked the air,
“I can’t touch your hands, but others can care.”
We were never classmates, always apart,
But Jillianne, you still hold a piece of my heart.
Together with the bad we played, each note I remember,
Your favorite music rang out, a soothing calm that left me in somber.
With each strum, I let it go,
Though you lingered in the undertow.
I celebrated the day, though my voice was thin,
I became the tech, let the others sing.
Jahzara called for a photo's light,
I posed, framed by morning’s height.
But through it all, your echo stayed,
A memory of us, softly relays.
I smiled through the ache, Let these strings speak,
For in every chord, it's you I seek.