Unstable Frets

There was a hesitancy there
From the first
A not quite
A question

Maybe a shadow of something
From before
Uncertainty of deserving
“Little old me”

We walk into the same room
But two different worlds
One ring she’s held onto all her life
I can barely hold onto a-
But that chin
That little nod

I like your edging silence
Too many words to get lost in
We get found
In music
In fingers on guitar strings
Uncertain of holding hands
But certain of holding frets

She frets a lot
She frets the small things
Never quite
Biting back her feelings
More beautiful than she knows

She tries hard at the things that aren’t important
Unknowingly mastering all the things that are


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