Something Precious

It was a sweet moment when I got back, and was able to hold her again. Her curves, missed so badly while I was away, felt so right against my body. I stroked her neck. And when my fingers plucked and strummed, as though for the first time, the sounds she made were like honeycomb, fresh from the hive. I couldn’t stop myself from singing out loud along with her.

Yes. It’s great to be together again with something very precious.

My guitar, of course.