Dear Violin
Because some of the saddest sounds I've ever heard have come out of a piece of wood \n\nCarved just to mimic \nThe human voice \nStrings placed in unity \nHeld up by a bridge \nAre you HEARING this \nAre you having a good day \nHow about now\n\nNow that my bow is\xa0\xa0no longer \nHitting the strings \nThat my wrist isn't cradling your neck, \nDear violin, \nI have missed your dance. \nI have missed your candor \nYour call\n\nI realize we haven't been the best of friends \nLately \nBut tonight \n\nI am going to pick you up. \nI'm going to tune you back to life. \nI'm going to weep onto your body. \nI'm going to listen to you sing. \nI'm going to record your soul\nAnd show it to the world. \n\nI will show them the bruise you left \nOn my left collar bone\nHow red it turns when I love you \nFor too long. \nI will show them the salt I left on your body\nI am sorry for the awful scars \nI hope that they don't sting \nI will show them that every time I picked you up I was able to say things that move \nFar faster than words \n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support