Thrum... <br />Your fingers glide across the strings of the guitar you hold <br />Each reverberating sound echos across my skin <br />Digging deep like claws <br />Carving your song into my soul <br />As if to remind me that I am yours <br />As if I could forget <br />Thrum... <br />Begging me to move closer to the stage <br />You call to me with your playing <br />You tease me with your lower notes <br />Like feathered strokes <br />Then strike like lightning when your chords highten <br />Sending chills up my spine <br />Who could forget that? <br />Thrum... <br />A particular note causes my knees to weaken <br />And I begin to fear I wont reach you before the song ends <br />Your playing quickens <br />Like a mocking of my rapid heart beats <br />Thrum <br />A final note as the song ends <br />I am saddened I will not hear more <br />But the chords still echo <br />Unforgotten within me.<br /><br />Kimara Young<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forget-me-notes/
