Guy/Brian's POV

As I pluck the strings, I can feel my heart stings; wondering if I’ll ever see your name on my cellphone screen every time it rings.

Every time my fingers move around the neck of this bass, I remember how it felt every time I caressed your face; & my heartbeat would raise.

In every song that I sing, it’s your name that my heart screams. In ever word that I utter, my lips wish it could bring back our forever. 

With every grasp of anything, I wish that I still have you to cling. And when I grip nothing, my longing to hold you keeps growing.

Do I still have the right to hold a flower & give or is it too late for you to forgive? Can I still make it right or is it useless to fight?

If given a chance, I would hold your hand tighter; but it seems I have to accept that everything’s already just a beautiful memory to remember.