Closure

I sit and strum
minor chords
on my guitar tonight
and mourn yet another figment
of my imagination

how I breathed life into this one
nurtured it
and watched it grow
like my own child
and now?

I'd bury it
if I could --
if there was a body ...
if there was only
a body

it's tough to get closure
from these sad strings
from mere vibrations
from the vanishing echo
of a hollow wooden box

but it'll have to do