My feeling about the Blues

You said my favorite song was also yours.

By chance, your guitar bore my name.

Do I still cross your mind when you strum its chords?

You said the Blues knit our hearts tight.

You praised my kindness and light.

Late-night messages, now I regret my reply.

I won't deny: your good luck wishes kept me safe.

You noticed my nuances that others missed.

Recalled the sensation of my kisses.

But, confused, you left without a goodbye.

Now you’re merely a shadow, a fleeting sigh.

But the Blues persists, timeless, unchanged.