she loved me she told

this minstrel girl

came wandering

into my county

proficient in guitar

able to hold

disciplines of time

making melodies & lines

a pair

we became an item

for a year or two

never once did I read

any poesy of mine

hint of a rhyme

& she in turn

never once

played a song

she’d written

about me

we were never suited

she said

when I let her go

yes I know I sighed

shook my head in sadness

but maybe now

you’ll find a line a melody

on this letting go