Day 2: Dobject's Secret Crush

To my mandolin.
 

I smelled your room

the other day; something like red

velvet cupcakes and lemon wood varnish,

I remember the smell, on

a summer day

on the hot pavement

and I heard your voice.

You sounded like mahogany grained hair

in the breeze. I remember;

how we used to hang around

each other’s necks like lemurs. We almost looked

like the boys and girls

softly cradling their guitars

from the flea market  in a quiet corner;

but you and I were custom fit

for each other. They used to stare us up

and down from the

corners of their eyes

and tell me how

lucky,

I was  to have

you.--

My fingers are softer

since I the last time

I touched you.

We’re both a bit rusty

since last I

took you out.-- But you know,

I’m busy. I’ve got school,

and a job, too…

I regret you’ve been

waiting so long

in the backseat of my car,

under some scattered

things.

I need to remember to

take you out, and show you

the sun, the rain again… I’d show

you off around town again.

Maybe we could even play

again, like

old times.

I’ll brush your

bronze and silver,

and strum my fingertips

on the back of your smooth neck

like we used to in

the silent midnight

of my room,

my head

hung

over yours.

Would you like that?

Could you forgive

me?

I miss you,

as fully as

a nearly-complete

puzzle misses

a single

piece.