you hooked me
crooked front tooth
the ways in which your father comes out in you
how you give to street folks
poor as you are, too

your harmonica mouth
and how it plays the tunes
the guitar hands
and how they strum the songs
that stand among all others
but rise above them in genius form

there was a time I thought
we’d make it for the long haul
but a brief attraction got in the way
a young girl called out to you
and off you went:
crooked tooth, mouth, hands, love songs

now we both stand alone
and I wonder
do I love you, still?