Your Guitar Stopped by Yesterday by Alyssa Conigliaro

Your guitar stopped yesterday just to say that the sun aint never gonna burn out. “nope never indeed,” the guitar cried. “Not as long as we all keep singing a song that sneers at how they were all so wrong.” Took a seat down beside the crimson fire place, and smiled feeling the heat that pulses at ease just like my heart beat. Then it played me a song you wrote the other day while you were waiting for the train to suck you away. It was pretty and ok- didn’t quite hit me the way it used to when you were sitting right in front of me- but I liked it anyway. Now I didn’t understand a word you wrote because darlin, I couldn’t focus not with the stray notes of your voice dancing circles around my head. But I liked it that way it felt and I’d like some more. Baby some say you’re not the best singer but write me another song and ill hum the tune all day long.