Sonnet for Lisa

A broken string an out of tune
Heart dissonant dearest why
Not write songs instead
Of smashing bottles wine
Rosins the tongue the fingers
The vacuum between letters
What’s caught your throat metal
Sounds good in you it’s

Mine too it’s ours now osmotic
Despite us misaligned cosmetic
Or otherwise I have time
I have changed you can tell
When you turn to me and say
Your silence feels different today