Through Your Notes

Monday

Monday

12.09 a.m.

We are talking about anything.

We are laughing at anything.

And, you have to leave to sing.

You stride confidently to the stage.

You sit on the stool with your guitar on your lap.

"Hello, everyone. Today I'm going to sing 'Latch' by Sam Smith. So, enjoy!"

You strum your guitar. You sing. Your voice soft like butter.

You look at my direction while you sing.

But, I'm not sure if you're singing for me.

Like you always do.

Because, Annie is sitting right beside me.