devotion

he holds his broken acoustic
neck in one hand
body in the other
in the still night
under crescent moon
and lazy, twinkling stars.
he aligns the two pieces together
as if they are one again
if he squints his eyes
the low moonlight makes her look whole again.
slowly, he lifts the pieces straight to the sky
perhaps he can mend this
surely the proper tools and hard work
can bring her back
and he could take her away from here
his only truth, she deserves better
she deserves the best.
gently, he lays her on a spread blanket
gathers what he'll need to repair her
and works diligently through the night.
as the sun rises,
he tightens the last peg
and cradles her in his arms
for just one sweet moment;
he lowers her into the familiar position
strikes a chord
so beautiful, a pure ringing soundwave-
their time has come.