ode to my stolen guitar

May 3, 2005
the skeletons in my closet have all come out to play as I berate myself for "best laid plans" and accidents in yesterdays. the instant replay plays itself relentlessly this time, as I think of what I wish I had done differently...the universe was telling me to leave you at home, but I needed you near me and that was the fatal error. I want to rewind this nightmare to just a moment before I made that fatal error but all that's left is pained regret when a glance in a mirror shows me your absence. you're gone and I never knew what I had. now I'm just another casualty unable to pay the fees after just another tragedy that will keep me on my knees.
please...come back to me.