NO STRINGS ATTACHED

Two hands, ten fingers

On these metal strings;

The night before that dismal dawn

When you just ‘moved on’.

My heart bled that whole night,

Sucked in a vacuum without light.

A chord snapped between your heart and mine

My heart ached like a wound in brine.

“I am there with you, Dear”, you said, “Do not fret.”

Then why did you leave me here, with eyes all wet.

Like a bend in a river, you changed your way

You cared for my heart, then you did slay.

As the chords snapped,

The bridge fell down;

Leaving my heart wretched and patched

You left me here with no strings attached.

Two hands, ten fingers

On these metal strings…

Poem and photographs are original by me.

Poem: 

Underlined words are in connection with guitar.

Photographs: 

-No Photoshop used.

-Samsung Wave [Cellphone Camera].

-My Guitar.

-2 Light Bulbs (15 W) - [colour - Soft White and Red].