Lois Elaine Heckman
Lost Chords

Strumming teased by the stroke of those fingers, as if they
were coaxing guitar strings to steal
new music from a
hollowness
hiding
in
my
empty
body, I
was led into flights
of reverberating refrains,
swirling cloud ballet emotions, as ephemeral
as pleasure, dissolving into
cruel symphonies in
fantasy
that fooled
hope.
My
feelings
slipped back to
insentience when
your hands vanished into pocket
darkness, buried in the closet of my memories.