Musical Memories

I'm up late evading sleep because I can't stop thinking about someone. Someone who is very near and dear to my heart. Our tale is a long and tempestuous one. I've known her for a long time now, God, it feels like forever sometimes. Our best years were in high school. I would see her almost every day, and on the days where I didn't, I always wished that I had. I could express anything with her; it didn't matter if I was feeling sad, happy, or just wanted to screw around for a little bit. She was always there for me, and I did my best to take care of her so that what we had would last.

Alas, all that was was not fated to be ever lasting. Things changed once I started college. I didn't see her as often; maybe a couple times around the holidays when I would be home for a few days. Although I could sense the fading between us, I did nothing to stop it. I had my own new pursuits to follow. Studying, classes, new friends, it was all so new and exciting. I just didn't have the time for her that I used to. I had not realized how much I miss her until I finally realized how long it has really been. Now I sit here, thinking of her curvy body, her melodious voice, and the feeling that I used to get when I held her in my hands.

I'm speaking of course of my cello, Charlynne. I miss the feel of her strings on my fingers, the smooth gliding of the bow across her, creating such beautiful tones that were so full of expression. I finally see that my priorities were not straight, and haven't been for quite a long while. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to reconcile with you, baby. The next time I'm around, I'm going to dust you off from that corner of the living room, unzip your casing, get you nice and tuned up, and play you just like I used to. We can do some soft light tunes, or just go crazy and do some old hardcore plucking the way we used to do it. I just want you to know...no, I need you to know, that I miss you and the place that you used to have in my life, Charlynne. I know that it can't be like it used to be, but what's stopping us from starting a new chapter, even better than anything that we used to have? Whatever happens, it has to begin with me. We'll be back to fiddlin' before you know it.