this evening
i listened to a recording
direct-in through the acoustic guitar
i remember i played as you sat on the floor in my doorway
we felt the sparks fly, perhaps for the first of times
as you’d let me play for you
and we’d joke over a smoke
turning the recording up loud;
i can hear your laughter
recorded softly direct-in through the pickups
of the guitar
and it’s like i’m still able to hear you;
that laugh, oh! sweet chaotic waveforms of joy
sounds that will forever bounce around in my guitar
play it back, turn it up