Six strings I used to touch. Six strings I used to love. Six strings I used to talk to. Six strings which comforts me. Six strings that were my painkillers. Six strings which used to be the answers to my endless questions. Six strings.
Where did they go?
Those six strings were my friends. Whenever I’m alone, they were there. Filling the emptiness of the room with harmonic noise. Whenever I’m hurt they were there. Healing the bruises in my heart. Whenever I’m uncertain, they were there. Answering the questions on my mind. Six strings.
Where did they go?
Six strings. They used to be the answers. They used to make me happy. The used to complete me. Yes. They used to. Those six strings used to mean everything.
Those six lifeless strings lights me up on my darkest times. Those six lifeless strings accompanies me on my loneliest nights. Those six lifeless strings gives meaning to everything. Six lifeless strings used to mean everything.
Their existence had a reason. It was you. You were the reason why they sing. You were the reason why they exist. You were the life of those lifeless strings.
Back then, everything was perfectly fine. Things were doing great. It is as if everything was perfect. Until that day came. That day you bid goodbye. The day you left.
As you walked out the door, everything changed. The reason why they sing is no longer there. The source of their existence disappeared. Those strings could no longer answer my questions. Those strings turned dark as that moment you left.
Those lifeless strings who used to fill my world can no longer be seen. You’ve brought everything with you that day you left. You’ve taken every reason with you. You walked in with nothing, but left with everything. Once again, those lifeless strings you gave meaning to, means nothing anymore.
Will someone come and give back everything you’ve taken?
Or will those lifeless strings forever be gone?