Imperfections Of Perfection

He hit a high note
upon his acoustic guitar
that belonged to his father
and his grandfather before.

he never could get this part right

his feet surrounded by crumpled paper
sifting through lyric drenched napkins.
this writer block he was experiencing
was bound to happen

he never could quite understand why

they had to be flawless
just like her
they had to make her realise
that she was his world.

he never could get the words out.

he hit a high note
on his acoustic guitar
that he hid from her
when she came over

he was never good at modesty

but the lyrics are perfect
and the tune just right
and she fell in love with him all over again
when he sang to her on that fatal night.

he was known for his bad timing

on the way hope
still captivated by his voice
she didnt notice the car
the driver, drunk by choice

he was never good in bad situations

he stayed by her side
until the moment came
the pain that he felt
knowing his life will never be the same

he was never good at holding it in.

he hit a high note
on his acoustic guitar
when he played at her funeral
that song he wrote, travelled far

he was always good at making her happy.