Melody
by Ada Heller
If I knew
how to write down
the melody of you
that’s been dancing
in my brain,
the radio
would already sound
like my guitar
and our pain.
Then
I wouldn’t spend so much time
picking away
at the strings
of these lines of poetry;
trying to put them
into a piece
that won’t
make my fingers bleed.
by Ada Heller
If I knew
how to write down
the melody of you
that’s been dancing
in my brain,
the radio
would already sound
like my guitar
and our pain.
Then
I wouldn’t spend so much time
picking away
at the strings
of these lines of poetry;
trying to put them
into a piece
that won’t
make my fingers bleed.