And out of the blue, I miss you.

It may seem stupid, it may seem too easy, but this makes me miss you.

This makes me regret giving up on you.

This makes my hands feel a bit shaky and lost without your body, without ever been able to grip you, to tame you with my fingers, to squeeze noises out of you.

I know you're gone. Well, I know where you are, but you'll never be mine again. I've learned to accept that and I can only wonder if life will ever put something like you in my way.




PS: This post is about my, former, acoustic guitar.