In the Night, You Whistle

In the night, you whistle
as I strum a guitar.
The melodies crash
and we are out of synch.
Stars are clouded
making it impossible
to read the music sheet.

“Patience,” you say.
“Listen,” I reply
and begin to let my fingers
stumble over the strings.

I play my heart,
as you whistle softly.
I assemble patience and you listen
until our divided tunes
merge into a love song;
One that if practiced enough
will be our song.
Now play me, my love,
as I whistle sighs in your ear.

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Part Neruda and Part Guns & Roses ... their song "Patience" was playing as I wrote this.