“Play it again.
This is just what I need,”
She orders him.
Tap, tap, tapping feet.
Each pluck of the guitar
Strings like tweezers
Picking out each
Sore word the other man bore
Into her that evening.
She did not see
The look in his eyes
While his fingers
Played notes he
Had memorized.
Well learnt from hours
Of practice for this
Moment when he would
Remove the wounds of
Another man once more.
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