If A Guitar Can Remember

the songs that have been played
as it's neck was tickled
and it's belly was rubbed

those at the pawn shop have nightmares
of too much Beatles
or Dylan

the new ones are tortured with scales

or sloppy renditions of
Wish You Were Here
and Metallica riffs

but somewhere out there
covered in stickers and blood

my blood

there is a guitar that remembers
mostly
songs of mine

songs of
ours

i will never forget that guitar

and
i hope
it will never forget me