I play it for my king. My protector. My savior. For the man I’ve loved since I was just a fifteen-year-old girl. I play it, remembering the first time I learned it, when he so sweetly sang along to the pretty rhymes, his voice an accompaniment to the campfire and crickets. In time between times In dawnlight we danced Sipping from shine Your lips like romance Another tear falls from my eye, the haunting sound of his voice a long ago memory so far away. The man who promised to always keep me safe is giving me to another, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
