We sit on the stools in a quiet, cleared out bar.

I laugh as we joke and even sneak a smile as I think of my great fortune. Seated next to this beautiful girl. So witty, so thoughtful and bold. What luck has brought me to this place on this night?

They say fortune favors the bold, but a bold man I never was. So why should I be so fortunate?

But then the days pass. Weeks. Months. We meet again, and again I hang on your every word. Captivated and breathless I lie under your spell. 

Once more the time passes before I can see you again.

Your voice is song felt deeply in my bones, and your kiss lingers in my mind like a cherished childhood memory. 

As time passes, memories fade along with your affection. I sit shaking, hanging from a branch that is waiting to break. 

With a sudden snap, I come crashing to the ground and you find yourself with another. I lie on the floor, a singer who has lost his voice. I watch, wait, and hope to hear that familiar melody as you flood my senses. 

Always to play for someone, nevermore for me.